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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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verb

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

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Widow Fortelka rose up and took

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Edgar Lee Masters·1868–1950
* * * * Now here's the case of Percy FergusonYou'd think his life was safe from Elenor Murray.No preacher ever ran a prettier boatThan Percy Ferguson, all painted whiteWith polished railings, flying at the foreThe red and white and blue. Such little wavesSet dancing by the death of Elenor MurrayTo sink so fine a boat, and leave the ReverendTo swim to shore! he couldn't walk the waves!