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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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My Little March Girl

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Paul Laurence Dunbar·1872–1906·modernist literature
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ome to the pane, draw the curtain apart,There she is passing, the girl of my heart;See where she walks like a queen in the street,Weather-defying, calm, placid and sweet.Tripping along with impetuous grace,Joy of her life beaming out of her face,Tresses all truant-like, curl upon curl,Wind-blown and rosy, my little March girl. Hint of the violet's delicate bloom,Hint of the rose's pervading perfume!How can the wind help from kissing her face,—Wrapping her round in his stormy embrace?But still serenely she laughs at his rout,She is the victor who wins in the bout.So may life's passions about her soul swirl,Leaving it placid,—my little March girl. What self-possession looks out of her eyes!What are the wild winds, and what are the skies,Frowning and glooming when, brimming with life,Cometh the little maid ripe for the strife?Ah! Wind, and bah! Wind, what might have you now?What can you do with that innocent brow?Blow, Wind, and grow, Wind, and eddy and swirl,But bring to me, Wind,—my little March girl.
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