Poem by Stephen Crane

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I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."
I cried, "Well, But --
The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon."
A voice said, "It is no desert."

1. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
2. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
3. Once a man clambering to the housetops
4. In the night
5. Supposing that I should have the courage

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