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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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Do you remember I held empty hands to you

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Carl Sandburg·1878–1967
ask you for white blossoms. I bring a concertina after sunset under the apple trees. I bring out “ The Spanish Cavalier ” and “In the Gloam-ing, O My Darling.” The orchard here is near and home-like.The oats in the valley run a mile.Between are the green and marching potato vines.The lightning bugs go criss-cross carrying a zigzag offire: the potato bugs are asleep under their stiff33