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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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XXII.

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William Wordsworth·1770–1850
nd some had sworn an oath that sheShould be to public justice brought;And for the little infant’s bonesWith spades they would have sought.But then the beauteous hill of mossBefore their eyes began to stir;And for full fifty yards around,The grass it shook upon the ground;But all do still averThe little babe is buried there,Beneath that hill of moss so fair.