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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 Flying Dutchman

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nyielding in the pride of his defiance,Afloat with none to serve or to command,Lord of himself at last, and all by Science,He seeks the Vanished Land. Alone, by the one light of his one thought,He steers to find the shore from which we came, --Fearless of in what coil he may be caughtOn seas that have no name. Into the night he sails; and after nightThere is a dawning, though there be no sun;Wherefore, with nothing but himself in sight,Unsighted, he sails on. At last there is a lifting of the cloudBetween the flood before him and the sky;And then -- though he may curse the Power aloudThat has no power to die -- He steers himself away from what is hauntedBy the old ghost of what has been before, --Abandoning, as always, and undaunted,One fog-walled island more.