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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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verb

To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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Oh may I squire you round the meads

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
Twill do no harm to take my arm.‘You may, young man, you may.’ Ah, spring was sent for lass and lad,"Tis now the blood runs gold,