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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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Engaged in or ready for action; characterized by energetic work, thought, or speech.

The students were very active in class discussions, asking many thoughtful questions.

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THE TIRED WORKER

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Claude McKay·1889–1948·communist
whisper, O my soul! The afternoonIs waning into evening, whisper soft!Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moonFrom out its misty veil will swing aloft!Be patient, weary body, soon the nightWill wrap thee gently in her sable sheet,And with a leaden sigh thou wilt inviteTo rest thy tired hands and aching feet.The wretched day was theirs, the night is mine;Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast.But what steals out the gray clouds red like wine?O dawn! O dreaded dawn! O let me restWeary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity!No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city.