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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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Doc Hill

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
went up and down the streetsHere and there by day and night,Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick.Do you know why?My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them.Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of myfuneral,And hear them murmur their love and sorrow.But oh, dear God, my soul trembled, scarcely ableTo hold to the railing of the new lifeWhen I saw Em Stanton behind the oak treeAt the grave,Hiding herself, and her grief!