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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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The giving of credentials.

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TO A LADY

14 lines
Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
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OW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe,Never to press thy cosy cushions more,Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretofore,Or stir thy gentle vows of faith in me: Knowing thy natural receptivity,I figure that, as flambeaux banish eve,My sombre image, warped by insidious heaveOf those less forthright, must lose place in thee. So be it. I have borne such. Let thy dreamsOf me and mine diminish day by day,And yield their space to shine of smugger things;Till I shape to thee but in fitful gleams,And then in far and feeble visitings,And then surcease. Truth will be truth alway.
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