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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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Her lips witli music for tlie welcoming.

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
nother wishM, *mid that eternal spring. To meet his rosy child, with feathery sails. Sweeping, eye-earnestly, through almond^ Aides : Who, suddenly, should stoop through the smooth wind, And with Uie balmiest leaves his temples bind ; And, ever after, through tliose regions be His messenger, his little Mercury.