Poem by Stephen Crane

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There came whisperings in the winds:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Little voices called in the darkness:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Then I stretched forth my arms.
”No -- no -- ”
There came whisperings in the wind
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”
Little voices called in the darkness:
”Good-bye! Good-bye!”

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Blustering God
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. With eye and with gesture
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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