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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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Demos II

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o little have you seen of what awaitsYour fevered glimpse of a democracyConfused and foiled with an equalityNot equal to the envy it creates,That you see not how near you are the gatesOf an old king who listens fearfullyTo you that are outside and are to beThe noisy lords of imminent estates. Rather be then your prayer that you shall haveYour kingdom undishonored. Having all,See not the great among you for the small,But hear their silence; for the few shall saveThe many, or the many are to fall --Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave.