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!
More verses by Stephen Crane
- Three Little Birds In A Row
- Yes, I Have A Thousand Tongues
- The Chatter Of A Death-Demon From A Tree-Top
- To The Maiden
- The Livid Lightnings Flashed In The Clouds
