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. A spirit sped
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. "Think as I think," said a man
4. Many workmen
5. To the maiden

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