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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

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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Heaven--Haven: A Nun Takes The Veil

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have desired to go Where springs not fail,To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow.  And I have asked to be Where no storms come,Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.