Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I stood upon a highway,
And, behold, there came
Many strange peddlers.
To me each one made gestures,
Holding forth little images, saying,
”This is my pattern of God.
Now this is the God I prefer.”

But I said, ”Hence!
Leave me with mine own,
And take you yours away;
I can’t buy of your patterns of God,
The little gods you may rightly prefer.”

1. Love walked alone
2. To the maiden
3. Tell brave deeds of war
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. Walking in the sky

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