Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

Tell me!
Fear not that I should quaver.
For I dare -- I dare.
Then, tell me!

1. I stood upon a highway
2. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
3. I have heard the sunset song of the birches
4. There was a great cathedral
5. On the horizon the peaks assembled

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