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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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I Never Saw That Land Before

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NEVER saw that land before,And now can never see it again;Yet, as if by acquaintance hoarEndeared, by gladness and by pain,Great was the affection that I bore To the valley and the river small,The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees,The chickens from the farmsteads, allElm-hidden, and the tributariesDescending at equal interval; The blackthorns down along the brookWith wounds yellow as crocusesWhere yesterday the labourer's hookHad sliced them cleanly; and the breezeThat hinted all and nothing spoke. I neither expected anythingNor yet remembered: but some goalI touched then; and if I could singWhat would not even whisper my soulAs I went on my journeying, I should use, as the trees and birds did,A language not to be betrayed;And what was hid should still be hidExcepting from those like me madeWho answer when such whispers bid.