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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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William Wordsworth·1770–1850
fter the line, 'Can any mortal clog come to her', followed in the MS.an incident which has been kept back. Part of the suppressed versesshall here be given as a gratification of private feeling, which thewell-disposed reader will find no difficulty in excusing. They are nowprinted for the first time. Can any mortal clog come to her?It can: ......But Benjamin, in his vexation,Possesses inward consolation;He knows his ground, and hopes to findA spot with all things to his mind,An upright mural block of stone,Moist with pure water trickling down.A slender spring; but kind to manIt is, a true Samaritan;Close to the highway, pouring outIts offering from a chink or spout;Whence all, howe'er athirst, or droopingWith toil, may drink, and without stooping. Cries Benjamin, "Where is it, where?Voice it hath none, but must be near."--A star, declining towards the west,Upon the watery surface threwIts image tremulously imprest,That just marked out the object and withdrew:Right welcome service! ...... ROCK OF NAMES!Light is the strain, but not unjustTo Thee and thy memorial-trust,That once seemed only to expressLove that was love in idleness;Tokens, as year hath followed year,How changed, alas, in character!For they were graven on thy smooth breastBy hands of those my soul loved best;Meek women, men as true and braveAs ever went to a hopeful grave:Their hands and mine, when side by sideWith kindred zeal and mutual pride,We worked until the Initials tookShapes that defied a scornful look.--Long as for us a genial feelingSurvives, or one in need of healing,The power, dear Rock, around thee cast,Thy monumental power, shall lastFor me and mine! O thought of pain,That would impair it or profane!Take all in kindness then, as saidWith a staid heart but playful head;And fail not Thou, loved Rock! to keepThy charge when we are laid asleep.