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Stephen Crane
The Black Riders and Other Lines

Black riders came from the sea.
Three little birds in a row
In the desert
Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
Once there came a man
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou?
I looked here;
I stood upon a high place,
Should the wide world roll away,
In a lonely place,
"And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon
If there is a witness to my little life,
There was crimson clash of war.
"Tell brave deeds of war."
Charity thou art a lie,
There were many who went in huddled procession,
In heaven,
A god in wrath
A learned man came to me once.
There was, before me,
Once I saw mountains angry,
Places among the stars,
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
There was set before me a mighty hill,
A youth in apparel that glittered
"Truth," said a traveller,
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned.
Supposing that I should have the courage
Many workmen
Two or three angels
There was one I met upon the road
I stood upon a highway,
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
I met a seer.
On the horizon the peaks assembled;
The ocean said to me once,
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
And you love me
Love walked alone.
I walked in a desert.
There came whisperings in the winds:
I was in the darkness;
Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Many red devils ran from my heart
"Think as I think," said a man,
Once there was a man-
I stood musing in a black world,
You say you are holy,
A man went before a strange God-
Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Blustering God,
"It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
A man toiled on a burning road,
A man feared that he might find an assassin;
With eye and with gesture
The sage lectured brilliantly.
Walking in the sky,
Upon the road of my life,
There was a man and a woman
There was a man who lived a life of fire.
There was a great cathedral.
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Once, I knew a fine song,
If I should cast off this tattered coat,
God lay dead in heaven;
A spirit sped

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