XLVIII.
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hile the Rose blows along the River Brink,With old Khayyám the Ruby Vintage drink;And when the Angel with his darker DraughtDraws up to Thee—take that, and do not shrink.
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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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