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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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Ghosts of melodious prophes^'ings rave

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
ound every spot where trod Apollo's foot ; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bi*uit, Where long ago a giant battle was ; And, from tlie tui-f, a lullaby doth pass