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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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TO SUMMER.

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William Blake·1757–1827·Romanticism
 O THOU, who passest through our valleys inThy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heatThat flames firom their large nostrils 1 Thou, OSummer,