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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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XXXVI

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well-beloved, our brethren, if ye be,Then are we not forsaken. This kind earthMade fragrant once for all time with your birth,And bright for all men with your love, and worthThe clasp and kiss and wedlock of the sea,Were not your mother if not your brethren we.