Poem by Stephen Crane

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Behold, from the land of the farther suns
I returned.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,
Shrouded above in black impenetrableness.
I shrank, loathing,
Sick with it.
And I said to him,
"What is this?"
He made answer slowly,
"Spirit, this is a world;
This was your home."

1. Love walked alone
2. Tell brave deeds of war
3. A spirit sped
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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