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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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SONNET TO LIBERTY

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
OT that I love thy children, whose dull eyesSee nothing save their own unlovely woe,Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—But that the roar of thy Democracies,Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,Mirror my wildest passions like the seaAnd give my rage a brother—! Liberty!For this sake only do thy dissonant criesDelight my discreet soul, else might all kingsBy bloody knout or treacherous cannonadesRob nations of their rights inviolateAnd I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,These Christs that die upon the barricades,God knows it I am with them, in some things.