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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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XXXI.

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
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hese delicates he heap'd with glowing handOn golden dishes and in baskets brightOf wreathed silver: sumptuous they standIn the retired quiet of the night,Filling the chilly room with perfume light.--"And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake!Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite:Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake,Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache."
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