Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain. .
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Mr. Crane, your best work was, and will forever be, The Open Boat. What a masterpiece of humanity vs. nature it is.