Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
”My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. There was set before me a mighty hill
5. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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