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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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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
FarEWELL to barn and stack and tree,Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me,For I come home no more. “The sun burns on the half-mown hill,By now the blood is dried;