Poem by Stephen Crane

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I stood musing in a black world,
Not knowing where to direct my feet.
And I saw the quick stream of men
Pouring ceaselessly,
Filled with eager faces,
A torrent of desire.
I called to them,
”Where do you go? What do you see?”
A thousand voices called to me.
A thousand fingers pointed.
”Look! look! There!”

I know not of it.
But, lo! In the far sky shone a radiance
Ineffable, divine --
A vision painted upon a pall;
And sometimes it was,
And sometimes it was not.
I hesitated.
Then from the stream
Came roaring voices,
Impatient:
”Look! look! There!”

So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And struggled and fumed
With outspread clutching fingers.
The hard hills tore my flesh;
The ways bit my feet.
At last I looked again.
No radiance in the far sky,
Ineffable, divine;
No vision painted upon a pall;
And always my eyes ached for the light.
Then I cried in despair,
”I see nothing! Oh, where do I go?”
The torrent turned again its faces:
”Look! look! There!”

And at the blindness of my spirit
They screamed,
”Fool! fool! fool!”

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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