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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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The Clerks

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did not think that I should find them thereWhen I came back again; but there they stood,As in the days they dreamed of when young bloodWas in their cheeks and women called them fair.Be sure, they met me with an ancient air, --And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhoodAbout them; but the men were just as good,And just as human as they ever were. And you that ache so much to be sublime,And you that feed yourselves with your descent,What comes of all your visions and your fears?Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.