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Stephen Crane

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Stephen Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, in 1871. A prolific writer of poetry and fiction, his books include The Red Badge of Courage (D. Appleton & Co., 1895), The Black Riders and Other Lines (Boston, Copeland, and Day, 1895), War is Kind (F. A. Stokes, 1899). He died in June of 1900. 

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Aye, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And—good workman—
And let there be a man walking thereon.

 

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Once, I knew a fine song,
—It is true, believe me,—
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, “Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown

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A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”