Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I met a seer.
He held in his hands
The book of wisdom.
”Sir,” I addressed him,
”Let me read.”
”Child -- ” he began.
”Sir,” I said,
”Think not that I am a child,
For already I know much
Of that which you hold.
Aye, much.”

He smiled.
Then he opened the book
And held it before me. --
Strange that I should have grown so suddenly blind.

1. If there is a witness to my little life
2. To the maiden
3. There was, before me
4. Two or three angels
5. Walking in the sky

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