I Have Seen Thy Face Aflame

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Title:     I Have Seen Thy Face Aflame
Author: Stephen Crane [More Titles by Crane]

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.

[The end]
Stephen Crane's poem: I Have Seen Thy Face Aflame

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