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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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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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Birds' Nests

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HE summer nests uncovered by autumn wind.Some torn, others dislodged, all dark.Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark. Since there's no need of eyes to see them withI cannot help a little shameThat I missed most, even at eye's level, tillThe leaves blew off and made the seeing no game. 'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nestsStill in their places, now first known,At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,Whatever jays and squirrels may have done. And most I like the winter nests deep-hidThat leaves and berries fell into;Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.