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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 Green Roads

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HE green roads that end in the forestAre strewn with white goose feathers this June, Like marks left behind by some one gone to the forestTo show his track. But he has never come back. Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers. An old man along the green road to the forestStrays from one, from another a child alone. In the thicket bordering the forest,All day long a thrush twiddles his song. It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep. That oak saw the ages pass in the forest:They were a host, but their memories are lost, For the tree is dead: all things forget the forestExcepting perhaps me, when now I see The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest,And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.