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

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