Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a land where lived no violets.
A traveller at once demanded : ”Why?”
The people told him:
”Once the violets of this place spoke thus:
’Until some woman freely gives her lover
To another woman
We will fight in bloody scuffle.’”
Sadly the people added:
”There are no violets here.”

1. Mystic shadow, bending near me
2. There were many who went in huddled procession
3. When a people reach the top of a hill
4. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
5. The impact of a dollar upon the heart

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