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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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NORMANDY

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From the French of Bérat) When all the land’s alive againWith winter far away,And heaven over France againIs fairer than to-day,When spring puts off her gray for green,And swallows all return--Then I’ll go back to Normandy,The land where I was born. I know the fields of Switzerland,The peaks and icy meres;I know the skies of Italy,I know the gondoliers;But let me wander where I will,I say that I’ll returnTo Normandy, my Normandy,The land where I was born. At last there comes a time to usWhen all dreams lose their glow;There comes a time when in our soulsWe need the long ago;So when my songs are cold in me,And love will not return--Then I’ll go back to Normandy,The land where I was born.