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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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IV-IX HERE IS A WOUND

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ere is a wound that never will heal, I know,Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,But of a love turned ashes and the breathGone out of beauty; never again will growThe grass on that scarred acre, though I sowYoung seed there yearly and the sky bequeathIts friendly weathers down, far underneathShall be such bitterness of an old woe.That April should be shattered by a gust,That August should be levelled by a rain,I can endure, and that the lifted dustOf man should settle to the earth again;But that a dream can die, will be a thrustBetween my ribs forever of hot pain.