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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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ut if the riddles that in sleep we read,And trust them not, be flattering truth indeed,As he that rose our mightiest called them,--he,Much higher than thou as thou much higher than we--There, might we say, all flower of all our seed,All singing souls are as one sounding sea.