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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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XXXVII

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ardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should makeOf all that strong divineness which I knowFor thine and thee, an image only soFormed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.It is that distant years which did not takeThy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,Have forced my swimming brain to undergoTheir doubt and dread, and blindly to forsakeThy purity of likeness and distortThy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit.As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,His guardian sea-god to commemorate,Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snortAnd vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.