Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.

1. There was a man and a woman
2. A spirit sped
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
5. If I should cast off this tattered coat

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