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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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XXXVIII

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irst time he kissed me, he but only kissedThe fingers of this hand wherewith I write;And ever since, it grew more clean and white.Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,”When the angels speak. A ring of amethystI could not wear here, plainer to my sight,Than that first kiss. The second passed in heightThe first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,With sanctifying sweetness, did precedeThe third upon my lips was folded downIn perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,I have been proud and said, “My love, my own.”