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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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XXIV.

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John Milton·1608–1674
or is Osiris seenIn Memphian grove or green, 214Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud; 215Nor can he be at restWithin his sacred chest;Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;In vain, with timbrelled anthems dark,The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark. 220