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. 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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