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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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A VISIT TO THE ASYLUM

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nce from a big, big building,When I was small, small,The queer folk in the windowsWould smile at me and call. And in the hard wee gardensSuch pleasant men would hoe:“Sir, may we touch the little girl’s hair?”--It was so red, you know. They cut me colored astersWith shears so sharp and neat,They brought me grapes and plums and pearsAnd pretty cakes to eat. And out of all the windows,No matter where we went,The merriest eyes would follow meAnd make me compliment. There were a thousand windows,All latticed up and down.And up to all the windows,When we went back to town, The queer folk put their faces,As gentle as could be;“Come again, little girl!” they called, and ICalled back, “You come see me!”