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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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RAIN IN MY HEART

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
here is a quiet in my heartLike one who rests from days of pain.Outside, the sparrows on the roofAre chirping in the dripping rain. Rain in my heart; rain on the roof;And memory sleeps beneath the grayAnd windless sky and brings no dreamsOf any well remembered day. I would not have the heavens fair,Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,But days like this, until my heartTo loss of you is reconciled. I would not see you. Every hopeTo know you as you were has ranged.I, who am altered, would not findThe face I loved so greatly changed.