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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 World

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ome are the brothers of all humankind,And own them, whatsoever their estate;And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blindWith enmity for man's unguarded fate. For some there is a music all day longLike flutes in Paradise, they are so glad;And there is hell's eternal under-songOf curses and the cries of men gone mad. Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous,Some say 't were better back to chaos hurled;And so 't is what we are that makes for usThe measure and the meaning of the world.