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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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XII

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Robert Browning·1812–1889
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owever, at sunrise our company mustered;And here was the huntsman bidding unkennel,And there 'neath his bonnet the pricker blustered,With feather dank as a bough of wet fennel; 335For the courtyard walls were filled with fogYou might have cut as an ax chops a log--Like so much wool for color and bulkiness;And out rode the Duke in a perfect sulkiness,Since, before breakfast, a man feels but queasily, 340And a sinking at the lower abdomenBegins the day with indifferent omen.And lo, as he looked around uneasily,The sun plowed the fog up and drove it asunderThis way and that from the valley under; 345And, looking through the court-yard arch,Down in the valley, what should meet himBut a troop of gypsies on their march?No doubt with the annual gifts to greet him.
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