Poem by Stephen Crane

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Mystic shadow, bending near me,
Who art thou?
Whence come ye?
And -- tell me -- is it fair
Or is the truth bitter as eaten fire?

Tell me!
Fear not that I should quaver.
For I dare -- I dare.
Then, tell me!

1. There were many who went in huddled procession
2. When a people reach the top of a hill
3. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
4. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
5. Once a man clambering to the housetops

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