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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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BY A PERSON OF QUALITY, WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733.

32 lines
Alexander Pope·1688–1744
Fluttering, spread thy purple pinions,Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart,I a slave in thy dominions;Nature must give way to art. 2 Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,See my weary days consuming,All beneath yon flowery rocks. 3 Thus the Cyprian goddess, weeping,Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth:Him the boar, in silence creeping,Gored with unrelenting tooth. 4 Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;Fair Discretion, string the lyre;Soothe my ever-waking slumbers:Bright Apollo, lend thy choir. 5 Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,Arm'd in adamantine chains,Lead me to the crystal mirrors,Watering soft Elysian plains. 6 Mournful cypress, verdant willow,Gilding my Aurelia's brows,Morpheus hovering o'er my pillow,Hear me pay my dying vows. 7 Melancholy smooth Maeander,Swiftly purling in a round,On thy margin lovers wander,With thy flowery chaplets crown'd. 8 Thus when Philomela, drooping,Softly seeks her silent mate,See the bird of Juno stooping;Melody resigns to fate.