Poem by Stephen Crane

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In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
"Sir, what is this?"
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."
The sage looked upon me with admiration.

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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