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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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After Rain

26 lines
Edward Thomas
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HE rain of a night and a day and a nightStops at the lightOf this pale choked day. The peering sunSees what has been done.The road under the trees has a border newOf purple hueInside the border of bright thin grass:For all that hasBeen left by November of leaves is tornFrom hazel and thornAnd the greater trees. Throughout the copseNo dead leaf dropsOn grey grass, green moss, burnt-orange fern,At the wind's return:The leaflets out of the ash-tree shedAre thinly spreadIn the road, like little black fish, inlaid,As if they played.What hangs from the myriad branches down thereSo hard and bareIs twelve yellow apples lovely to seeOn one crab-tree.And on each twig of every tree in the dellUncountableCrystals both dark and bright of the rainThat begins again.
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