Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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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. On the horizon the peaks assembled
2. A spirit sped
3. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
4. The ocean said to me once
5. Blustering God

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