Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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A learned man came to me once.
He said, ”I know the way, -- come.”
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon, too soon, were we
Where my eyes were useless,
And I knew not the ways of my feet.
I clung to the hand of my friend;
But at last he cried, ”I am lost.”

1. You tell me this is God?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. On the horizon the peaks assembled
4. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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