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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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REST IN PEACE

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Claude McKay·1889–1948·communist
o more for you the city’s thorny ways,The ugly corners of the Negro belt;The miseries and pains of these harsh daysBy you will never, never again be felt. No more, if still you wander, will you meetWith nights of unabating bitterness;They cannot reach you in your safe retreat,The city’s hate, the city’s prejudice! ’Twas sudden--but your menial task is done,The dawn now breaks on you, the dark is over,The sea is crossed, the longed-for port is won;Farewell, oh, fare you well! my friend and lover.