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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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Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
right star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,And so live ever—or else swoon to death.