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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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ne rose before the sunrise was, and oneBefore the sunset, lovelier than the sun.And now the heaven is dark and bright and loudWith wind and starry drift and moon and cloud,And night's cry rings in straining sheet and shroud,What help is ours if hope like yours be none?