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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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ELSIE'S CHAMBER.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882·Romanticism
* * * * _Night._ ELSIE _praying._ _Elsie._ My Redeemer and my Lord,I beseech thee, I entreat thee,Guide me in each act and word,That hereafter I may meet thee,Watching, waiting, hoping, yearning,With my lamp well trimmed and burning! IntercedingWith these bleedingWounds upon thy hands and side,For all who have lived and erredThou hast suffered, thou hast died,Scourged, and mocked, and crucified,And in the grave hast thou been buried! If my feeble prayer can reach thee,O my Saviour, I beseech thee,Even as thou hast died for me,More sincerelyLet me follow where thou leadest,Let me, bleeding as thou bleedest,Die, if dying I may giveLife to one who asks to live,And more nearly,Dying thus, resemble thee! * * * * *