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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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IV

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Robert Browning·1812–1889
e stood as erect as that tent-prop, both arms stretched out wideOn the great cross-support in the center, that goes to each side;He relaxed not a muscle, but hung there as, caught in his 30pangsAnd waiting his change, the king-serpent all heavily hangs,Far away from his kind, in the pine, till deliverance comeWith the springtime--so agonized Saul, drear and stark, blind anddumb. V Then I tuned my harp--took off the lilies we twine round its chordsLest they snap 'neath the stress of the noontide--those 35sunbeams like swords!And I first played the tune all our sheep know as, one after one,So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done.They are white and untorn by the bushes, for lo, they have fedWhere the long grasses stifle the water within the stream's bed;And now one after one seeks its lodging, as star follows star 40Into eve and the blue far above us--so blue and so far!