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. With eye and with gesture
2. The successful man has thrust himself
3. I stood upon a highway
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Two or three angels

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