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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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IX

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
Till, in Time’s stayless stealthy swing,Uncompromising rude realityMangled the Monarch of our fashioning,Who quavered, sank; and now has ceased to be. X “So, toward our myth’s oblivion,Darkling, and languid-lipped, we creep and gropeSadlier than those who wept in Babylon,Whose Zion was a still abiding hope.