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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
adst thou lived in days of old,what wonders had been toldOf thy lively countenance.And thy humid eyes, that danceIn the midst of their own brightness,In the very fane of lightness ;Over which thine eyebrows, leaning.Picture out each lovely meaning :In a dainty bend they lie.Like the streaks across the sky,Or the feathers from a crow.Fallen on a bod of snow.Of thy dark hair, that extendsInto many gi'aceful bends :As tlie leaves of helleboreTurn to whence they sprung before.And behind each ample curlPeeps the richness of a pearl.Downward too flows many a tressWitn a glossy waviness,