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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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in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE

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Claude McKay·1889–1948·communist
_To J. L. J. F. E._) Too green the springing April grass,Too blue the silver-speckled sky,For me to linger here, alas,While happy winds go laughing by,Wasting the golden hours indoors,Washing windows and scrubbing floors. Too wonderful the April night,Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,The stars too gloriously bright,For me to spend the evening hours,When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.