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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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AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.

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Walt Whitman·1819–1892
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s toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,)I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could Iunderstand,)The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose-yet this signleft,On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,_Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade._ Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life,Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or inthe crowded street,Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave, comes the inscriptionrude in Virginia's woods,_Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade._
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