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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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Were not meant for man alive.

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
lay lies still, but blood’s a rover;Breath’s a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s overThere’ll be time enough to sleep. 4 A Shropshire Lad