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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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THE COMMONWEAL

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887 I Eight hundred years and twenty-oneHave shone and sunken since the landWhose name is freedom bore such brandAs marks a captive, and the sunBeheld her fettered hand.