Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.

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

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