Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
He, scowling through the thickets,
And dagger poised quivering,
Rushed upon the youth.
”Sir,” said this latter,
”I am enchanted, believe me,
To die, thus,
In this medieval fashion,
According to the best legends;
Ah, what joy!”
Then took he the wound, smiling,
And died, content.

1. You tell me this is God?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. On the horizon the peaks assembled
4. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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