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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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The Sea And The Skylark

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n ear and ear two noises too old to end Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore; With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend, His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pourAnd pelt music, till none 's to spill nor spend. How these two shame this shallow and frail town! How ring right out our sordid turbid time,Being pure! We, life's pride and cared-for crown,  Have lost that cheer and charm of earth's past prime:Our make and making break, are breaking, down To man's last dust, drain fast towards man's first slime.