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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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George Herbert·1593–1633
weetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasureDid through my body wound my mind,You took me thence, and in your house of pleasureA dainty lodging me assigned. Now I in you without a body move,Rising and falling with your wings:We both together sweetly live and love,Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings". Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from meSure I shall do so, and much more:But if I travel in your company,You know the way to heaven's door.