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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.



Stephen Crane's other poems:
  1. You tell me this is God?
  2. To the maiden
  3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
  4. A man went before a strange God
  5. The impact of a dollar upon the heart


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