Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.

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

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