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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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HERMIONE

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Ralph Waldo Emerson·1803–1882·Western philosophy
n a mound an Arab lay,And sung his sweet regretsAnd told his amulets:The summer birdHis sorrow heard,And, when he heaved a sigh profound,The sympathetic swallow swept the ground. 'If it be, as they said, she was not fair,Beauty's not beautiful to me,But sceptred genius, aye inorbed,Culminating in her sphere.This Hermione absorbedThe lustre of the land and ocean,Hills and islands, cloud and tree,In her form and motion. 'I ask no bauble miniature,Nor ringlets deadShorn from her comely head,Now that morning not disdainsMountains and the misty plainsHer colossal portraiture;They her heralds be,Steeped in her quality,And singers of her fameWho is their Muse and dame. 'Higher, dear swallows! mind not what I say.Ah! heedless how the weak are strong,Say, was it just,In thee to frame, in me to trust,Thou to the Syrian couldst belong? 'I am of a lineageThat each for each doth fast engage;In old Bassora's schools, I seemedHermit vowed to books and gloom,--Ill-bestead for gay bridegroom.I was by thy touch redeemed;When thy meteor glances came,We talked at large of worldly fate,And drew truly every trait. 'Once I dwelt apart,Now I live with all;As shepherd's lamp on far hill-sideSeems, by the traveller espied,A door into the mountain heart,So didst thou quarry and unlockHighways for me through the rock. 'Now, deceived, thou wanderestIn strange lands unblest;And my kindred come to soothe me.Southwind is my next of blood;He is come through fragrant wood,Drugged with spice from climates warm,And in every twinkling glade,And twilight nook,Unveils thy form.Out of the forest wayForth paced it yesterday;And when I sat by the watercourse,Watching the daylight fade,It throbbed up from the brook. 'River and rose and crag and bird,Frost and sun and eldest night,To me their aid preferred,To me their comfort plight;--"Courage! we are thine allies,And with this hint be wise,--The chains of kindThe distant bind;Deed thou doest she must do,Above her will, be true;And, in her strict resortTo winds and waterfallsAnd autumn's sunlit festivals,To music, and to music's thought,Inextricably bound,She shall find thee, and be found.Follow not her flying feet;Come to us herself to meet."'