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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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Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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Spring

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othing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rushWith richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginningIn Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.