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. Blustering God
2. I walked in a desert
3. Many workmen
4. Love walked alone
5. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel

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