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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR IS KIND: 37, by STEPHEN CRANE Poet Analysis
First Line: I have seen thy face aflame
Last Line: For I can think of thee.
First Line: I have seen thy face aflame
Last Line: For I can think of thee.
I have seen thy face aflame
For love of me,
Thy fair arms go mad,
Thy lips tremble and mutter and rave.
And -- surely --
This should leave a man content?
Thou lovest not me now,
But thou didst love me,
And in loving me once
Thou gavest me an eternal privilege,
For I can think of thee.
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