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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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A Dream

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VER known fields with an old friend in dreamI walked, but came sudden to a strange stream.Its dark waters were bursting out most brightFrom a great mountain's heart into the light.They ran a short course under the sun, then backInto a pit they plunged, once more as blackAs at their birth; and I stood thinking thereHow white, had the day shone on them, they were,Heaving and coiling. So by the roar and hissAnd by the mighty motion of the abyssI was bemused, that I forgot my friendAnd neither saw nor sought him till the end,When I awoke from waters unto menSaying: "I shall be here some day again."