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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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XXVII

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y own Belovëd, who hast lifted meFrom this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blownA life-breath, till the forehead hopefullyShines out again, as all the angels see,Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,Who camest to me when the world was gone,And I who looked for only God, found thee!I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.As one who stands in dewless asphodel,Looks backward on the tedious time he hadIn the upper life,—so I, with bosom-swell,Make witness, here, between the good and bad,That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.