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. 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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