Poem by Stephen Crane

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In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
"Sir, what is this?"
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."
The sage looked upon me with admiration.

1. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. Love walked alone
4. Walking in the sky
5. The ocean said to me once

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