Poem by Stephen Crane

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Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.

There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
”No flowers for him,” he said.
The maid wept:
”Ah, I loved him.”
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
”No flowers for him.”

Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?

1. The ocean said to me once
2. On the desert
3. To the maiden
4. Two or three angels
5. You tell me this is God?

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