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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.
Stephen Crane’s other poems:
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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.
Stephen Crane’s other poems: