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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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When the Year Grows Old

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cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old--October--November--How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallowsGo down across the sky,And turn from the windowWith a little sharp sigh. And often when the brown leavesWere brittle on the ground,And the wind in the chimneyMade a melancholy sound, She had a look about herThat I wish I could forget--The look of a scared thingSitting in a net! Oh, beautiful at nightfallThe soft spitting snow!And beautiful the bare boughsRubbing to and fro! But the roaring of the fire,And the warmth of fur,And the boiling of the kettleWere beautiful to her! I cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old--October--November--How she disliked the cold!