Poem by Stephen Crane

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Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the wind --
When he looked about him he was in a far strange country.

Forth went the candid man
And spoke freely to the stars --
Yellow light tore sight from his eyes.

”My good fool,” said a learned bystander,
”Your operations are mad.”

”You are too candid,” cried the candid man,
And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander
It was two sticks.

1. A spirit sped
2. If there is a witness to my little life
3. In the night
4. Blustering God
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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