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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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24 LOCKSLEY HALL

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arth at last a warless world, a single race, asingle tongue,I have seen her far away—for is not Earth as yet so young Pp— Every tiger madness muzzled, every serpent passionkill’d,Every grim ravine a garden, every blazing desert till’d,