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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 underneath the wing^ quires

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Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
he □ightingale does here make choiceTo sing the trials of her voice ?Low shrubs she sice inland adornsWith muBtc high the equatted tborni:;But highest oiLkH stoop down to hear, nd listening ciders prick the ear ; he tliorn, lest it should hurt her, drflwaWithin the skin tte shrunken claws, ut I have for ray niniBic foundA sadder yet more pleasing sound ;The stock-dovea, whose fair necks are gracedWith nuptial rings, tliei: enfiigoa chaste.Yet always, for eome cause uakaown,Sa.d pair, unto the elms they moan.O why should such a cOuple mourn,Thai in 60 ecjual flames do burn ! Then as I careless on the bedOf gelid ' atrawberrtea do tread.And through the hazels thick eapyThe hatching throstle's shining eye.The heron, from the ash's top,The eldest of its young lets drop.As if it stork-ltke did pretendThat tribute to ita Lord to send. ' Refrnhingly cool.