Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

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. Walking in the sky

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