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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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A successful achievement or something that has been done successfully.

Winning the science fair was a great accomplishment for Sarah.

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Fletcher McGee

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
he took my strength by minutes,She took my life by hours,She drained me like a fevered moonThat saps the spinning world.The days went by like shadows,The minutes wheeled like stars.She took the pity from my heart,And made it into smiles.She was a hunk of sculptor’s clay,My secret thoughts were fingers:They flew behind her pensive browAnd lined it deep with pain.They set the lips, and sagged the cheeks,And drooped the eye with sorrow.My soul had entered in the clay,Fighting like seven devils.It was not mine, it was not hers;She held it, but its strugglesModeled a face she hated,And a face I feared to see.I beat the windows, shook the bolts.I hid me in a cornerAnd then she died and haunted me,And hunted me for life.