Poem by Stephen Crane

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”I have heard the sunset song of the birches,
A white melody in the silence,
I have seen a quarrel of the pines.
At nightfall
The little grasses have rushed by me
With the wind men.
These things have I lived,” quoth the maniac,
”Possessing only eyes and ears.
But you --
You don green spectacles before you look at roses.”

1. A spirit sped
2. Love walked alone
3. Walking in the sky
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Two or three angels

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