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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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STAGE LOVE

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hen the game began between them for a jest,He played king and she played queen to match the best;Laughter soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter,These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after. Pleasure with dry lips, and pain that walks by night;All the sting and all the stain of long delight;These were things she knew not of, that knew not of her,When she played at half a love with half a lover. Time was chorus, gave them cues to laugh or cry;They would kill, befool, amuse him, let him die;Set him webs to weave to-day and break to-morrow,Till he died for good in play, and rose in sorrow. What the years mean; how time dies and is not slain;How love grows and laughs and cries and wanes again;These were things she came to know, and take their measure,When the play was played out so for one man's pleasure.