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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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UNCLE ANANIAS

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is words were magic and his heart was true,And everywhere he wandered he was blessed.Out of all ancient men my childhood knewI choose him and I mark him for the best.Of all authoritative liars, too,I crown him loveliest. How fondly I remember the delightThat always glorified him in the spring;The joyous courage and the benedightProfusion of his faith in everything!He was a good old man, and it was rightThat he should have his fling. And often, underneath the apple-trees,When we surprised him in the summer time,With what superb magnificence and easeHe sinned enough to make the day sublime!And if he liked us there about his knees,Truly it was no crime. All summer long we loved him for the samePerennial inspiration of his lies;And when the russet wealth of autumn came,There flew but fairer visions to our eyes--Multiple, tropical, winged with a feathery flame,Like birds of paradise. So to the sheltered end of many a yearHe charmed the seasons out with pageantry,Wearing upon his forehead, with no fear,The laurel of approved iniquity.And every child who knew him, far or near,Did love him faithfully.