Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart’s pain.

1. Two or three angels
2. I was in the darkness
3. There came whisperings in the winds
4. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel
5. Many workmen

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