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

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THE FIRST OF MAY

32 lines
A.E. Housman·1859–1936
he orchards half the wayFrom home to Ludlow fairFlowered on the first of MayIn Mays when I was there;And seen from stile or turningThe plume of smoke would showWhere fires were burningThat went out long ago. The plum broke forth in green,The pear stood high and snowed,My friends and I betweenWould take the Ludlow road;Dressed to the nines and drinkingAnd light in heart and limb,And each chap thinkingThe fair was held for him. Between the trees in flowerNew friends at fairtime treadThe way where Ludlow towerStands planted on the dead.Our thoughts, a long while after,They think, our words they say;Theirs now's the laughter,The fair, the first of May. Ay, yonder lads are yetThe fools that we were then;For oh, the sons we getAre still the sons of men.The sumless tale of sorrowIs all unrolled in vain:May comes to-morrowAnd Ludlow fair again.