Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
”My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

1. You tell me this is God?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. On the horizon the peaks assembled
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. In the night

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