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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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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
hat I know not : but who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fi-uit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The eartli its dower of river, wood, and vale. The meadows ininnels, runnels j)ebb!e-st4>nes. The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones i-avishment, or ravisliment its sweet,