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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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in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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The Ash Grove

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ALF of the grove stood dead, and those that yet lived madeLittle more than the dead ones made of shade.If they led to a house, long before they had seen its fall:But they welcomed me; I was glad without cause and delayed. Scarce a hundred paces under the trees was the Interval--Paces each sweeter than sweetest miles--but nothing at all,Not even the spirits of memory and fear with restless wing,Could climb down in to molest me over the wall That I passed through at either end without noticing.And now an ash grove far from those hills can bringThe same tranquillity in which I wander a ghostWith a ghostly gladness, as if I heard a girl sing The song of the Ash Grove soft as love uncrossed,And then in a crowd or in distance it were lost,But the moment unveiled something unwilling to dieAnd I had what most I desired, without search or desert or cost.