Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
by Stephen Crane
This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines.

Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
Go pluck a bough and wear it.
It is as sufficing.

My Lord, there are certain barbarians
Who tilt their noses
As if the stars were flowers,
And Thy servant is lost among their shoe-buckles.
Fain would I have mine eyes even with their eyes.

Fool, go pluck a bough and wear it.