Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.

1. Walking in the sky
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A man went before a strange God
4. There was a man and a woman
5. Many red devils ran from my heart

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