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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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Edward Thomas
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ONE the wild day:A wilder nightComing makes wayFor brief twilight. Where the firm soaked roadMounts and is lostIn the high beech-woodIt shines almost. The beeches keepA stormy rest,Breathing deepOf wind from the west. The wood is black,With a misty steam.Above, the cloud packBreaks for one gleam. But the woodman's cotBy the ivied treesAwakens notTo light or breeze. It smokes aloftUnwavering:It hunches softUnder storm's wing. It has no careFor gleam or gloom:It stays thereWhile I shall roam, Die, and forgetThe hill of trees,The gleam, the wet,This roaring peace.
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