Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
A worshipper raised his arm.
”Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!”

”Not so,” said a man.
”The voice of God whispers in the heart
So softly
That the soul pauses,
Making no noise,
And strives for these melodies,
Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
And all the being is still to hear.”

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. The ocean said to me once
5. Blustering God

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