Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of time,
Where purple becomes orange
And orange purple,
This life glowed,
A dire red stain, indelible;
Yet when he was dead,
He saw that he had not lived.

1. The successful man has thrust himself
2. With eye and with gesture
3. On the horizon the peaks assembled
4. I stood upon a highway
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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