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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 Sun Used to Shine

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HE sun used to shine while we two walkedSlowly together, paused and startedAgain, and sometimes mused, sometimes talkedAs either pleased, and cheerfully parted Each night. We never disagreedWhich gate to rest on. The to beAnd the late past we gave small heed.We turned from men or poetry To rumours of the war remoteOnly till both stood disinclinedFor aught but the yellow flavorous coatOf an apple wasps had undermined; Or a sentry of dark betonies,The stateliest of small flowers on earth,At the forest verge; or crocusesPale purple as if they had their birth In sunless Hades fields. The warCame back to mind with the moonriseWhich soldiers in the east afarBeheld then. Nevertheless, our eyes Could as well imagine the CrusadesOr Caesar's battles. EverythingTo faintness like those rumours fades--Like the brook's water glittering Under the moonlight--like those walksNow--like us two that took them, andThe fallen apples, all the talksAnd silences--like memory's sand When the tide covers it late or soon,And other men through other flowersIn those fields under the same moonGo talking and have easy hours.