Poem by Stephen Crane

* * *

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. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Two or three angels
3. If there is a witness to my little life
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. Ay, workman, make me a dream

Print

1399 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version