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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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Lucius Atherton

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
hen my moustache curled,And my hair was black,And I wore tight trousersAnd a diamond stud,I was an excellent knave of hearts and took many a trick.But when the gray hairs began to appear—Lo! a new generation of girlsLaughed at me, not fearing me,And I had no more exciting adventuresWherein I was all but shot for a heartless devil,But only drabby affairs, warmed-over affairsOf other days and other men.And time went on until I lived atMayer’s restaurant,Partaking of short-orders, a gray, untidy,Toothless, discarded, rural Don Juan. . . .There is a mighty shade here who singsOf one named Beatrice;And I see now that the force that made him greatDrove me to the dregs of life.