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!
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Kind of short, seems to be a beginning of something, or thereof: the ending of something.
It reminds me somewhat of death or the aftermath of death or something of that accord, it could just be on mysticism or something but perhaps not.
A nice piece that Crane has written here, leaves thought to ponder.
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