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. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
5. A slant of sun on dull brown walls

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