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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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XXIII

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ll those that here were of thy kind and kin,Beside thee and below thee, full of love,Full-souled for song,--and one alone aboveWhose only light folds all your glories in--With all birds' notes from nightingale to doveFill the world whither we too fain would win.