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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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A HARMONY

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
ER ivory hands on the ivory keysStrayed in a fitful fantasy,Like the silver gleam when the poplar treesRustle their pale-leaves listlessly,Or the drifting foam of a restless seaWhen the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze. Her gold hair fell on the wall of goldLike the delicate gossamer tangles spunOn the burnished disk of the marigold,Or the sunflower turning to meet the sunWhen the gloom of the dark blue night is done,And the spear of the lily is aureoled. And her sweet red lips on these lips of mineBurned like the ruby fire setIn the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wetWith the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.