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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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T poet's tears,Sweeter than any smiles but hers,She laughs; I sigh;And yet I could not live if she should die. And when in JuneOnce more the cuckoo spoils his tune,She laughs at sighs;And yet she says she loves me till she dies.