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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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AUTUMN MOVEMENT

10 lines
Carl Sandburg·1878–1967
criED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thinglasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck ofthe copper sunburned woman, the mother of theyear, the taker of seeds. The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn fullof holes, new beautiful things come in the first spitof snow on the northwest wind, and the old thingsgo, not one lasts. 16