Poem by Stephen Crane

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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
”My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Blustering God
3. You tell me this is God?
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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