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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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And down his ancient body sank

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George Herbert·1593–1633
In slumber on the grass.= I thought, old chap, you're wearing out, `And not the sort of coon To lead a blushing bride about, `Or spend a honeymoon;= Or if, indeed, there were a bride `For such a withered stick, With such a tough and wrinkled hide, `That bride should be old Nick.=