Poem by Stephen Crane

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Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars --
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.

”My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
”Your operations are mad.”

”You are too candid,” cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. The ocean said to me once
4. Blustering God
5. On the horizon the peaks assembled

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