Poem by Stephen Crane

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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

1. To the maiden
2. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
3. Places among the stars
4. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
5. Once a man clambering to the housetops

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