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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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LINGARD AND THE STARS

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he table hurled itself, to our surprise,At Lingard, and anon rapped eagerly:“When earth is cold and there is no more sea,There will be what was Lingard. Otherwise,Why lure the race to ruin through the skies?And why have Leffingwell, or Calverly?”--“I wish the ghost would give his name,” said he;And searching gratitude was in his eyes.He stood then by the window for a time,And only after the last midnight chimeSmote the day dead did he say anything:“Come out, my little one, the stars are bright;Come out, you lælaps, and inhale the night.”And so he went away with Clavering.