Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BLACK RIDERS: 34, by STEPHEN CRANE



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First Line: I stood upon a highway
Last Line: "the little gods you may rightly prefer."


I stood upon a highway,
And, behold, there came
Many strange peddlers.
To me each one made gestures,
Holding forth little images, saying,
"This is my pattern of God.
Now this is the God I prefer."

But I said, "Hence!
Leave me with mine own,
And take you yours away;
I can't buy of your patterns of God,
The little gods you may rightly prefer."






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