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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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Rose Harland on her Sundays out

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
he better man she walks with still,Though now ’tis not with Fred.A lad that lives and has his willIs worth a dozen dead. Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,And clay’s the house he keeps;