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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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The Mill-Water

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Edward Thomas
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NLY the sound remainsOf the old mill;Gone is the wheel;On the prone roof and walls the nettle reigns. Water that toils no moreDangles white locksAnd, falling, mocksThe music of the mill-wheel's busy roar. Pretty to see, by dayIts sound is naughtCompared with thoughtAnd talk and noise of labour and of play. Night makes the difference.In calm moonlight,Gloom infinite,The sound comes surging in upon the sense: Solitude, company,--When it is night,--Grief or delightBy it must haunted or concluded be. Often the silentnessHas but this oneCompanion;Wherever one creeps in the other is: Sometimes a thought is drownedBy it, sometimesOut of it climbs;All thoughts begin or end upon this sound, Only the idle foamOf water fallingChangelessly calling,Where once men had a work-place and a home.
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