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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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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

a king's accession to a confederacy

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
e ceases to rock. He reels from the porch,He runs and stumbles to reach the road.He yells and curses and tears his hair.He staggers and falls and rises and runs.And Widow La RueWith the eyes of ClytemnestraStands at the window and watches himRunning and tearing his hair.