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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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GOING FOR WATER

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
he well was dry beside the door,And so we went with pail and canAcross the fields behind the houseTo seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go,Because the autumn eve was fair(Though chill), because the fields were ours,And by the brook our woods were there. We ran as if to meet the moonThat slowly dawned behind the trees,The barren boughs without the leaves,Without the birds, without the breeze. But once within the wood, we pausedLike gnomes that hid us from the moon,Ready to run to hiding newWith laughter when she found us soon. Each laid on other a staying handTo listen ere we dared to look,And in the hush we joined to makeWe heard, we knew we heard the brook. A note as from a single place,A slender tinkling fall that madeNow drops that floated on the poolLike pearls, and now a silver blade.