Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire. 

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. In the night
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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