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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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April

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HE sweetest thing, I thoughtAt one time, between earth and heavenWas the first smileWhen mist has been forgivenAnd the sun has stolen out,Peered, and resolved to shine at sevenOn dabbled lengthening grasses,Thick primroses and early leaves uneven,When earth's breath, warm and humid, far sur- passesThe richest oven's, and loudly rings "cuckoo"And sharply the nightingale's "tsoo, tsoo, tsoo, tsoo":To say "God bless it" was all that I could do. But now I know one sweeterBy far since the day EmilyTurned weeping backTo me, still happy me,To ask forgiveness,--Yet smiled with half a certaintyTo be forgiven,--for whatShe had never done; I knew not what it might be,Nor could she tell me, having now forgot,By rapture carried with me past all careAs to an isle in April lovelierThan April's self. "God bless you" I said to her.