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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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in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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Will she love me the less that my Father is seen

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
erchance she is sewing at tapestrie,Spindle and loom are not meet for thee. Ah, if she is working the arras brightI might ravel the threads by the fire-light. Perchance she is hunting of the deer,How could you follow o’er hill and mere? Ah, if she is riding with the court,I might run beside her and wind the morte. Perchance she is kneeling in St. Denys,(On her soul may our Lady have gramercy!) Ah, if she is praying in lone chapelle,I might swing the censer and ring the bell. Come in, my son, for you look sae pale,The father shall fill thee a stoup of ale.