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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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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

a king's accession to a confederacy

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LVII

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
ou smile upon your friend to-day,To-day his ills are over;You hearken to the lover's say,And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,But better late than never:I shall have lived a little whileBefore I die for ever.