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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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Dry clash’d his harness in the icy caves

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nd barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang’d round him, as he basedHis feet on juts of slippery crag that rangSharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels— And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,