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I heard thee laugh

I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire.

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  • philophant
    November 25, 2003
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    ah............."In this merriment I defined the measure of my pain".....why did I not discover Crane before? another in my 'best ever poetry' list. "poooooor shivering love"......pooor