Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
And near it, a stern spirit.

There came a drooping maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
”No flowers for him,” he said.
The maid wept:
”Ah, I loved him.”
But the spirit, grim and frowning:
”No flowers for him.”

Now, this is it --
If the spirit was just,
Why did the maid weep?

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. In the night

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