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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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Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849·Romanticism
ear the sledges with the bells--Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,In their icy air of night!While the stars, that oversprinkleAll the heavens, seem to twinkleWith a crystalline delight;Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells--From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.