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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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And ihe great race would intercept.

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Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
ome to the breach, against Iheir Ibes, Their wooden Saints in vain oppose ; Another, bolder, stands at push. With iheir old holy^waier brush ;