Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Of snow, ice, burning sand.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of infinite beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
When I gazed,
All was lost
But this place of beauty and her.
When I gazed,
And in my gazing, desired,
Then came again
Mile upon mile,
Of snow, ice, burning sand.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. In the night
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. To the maiden

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