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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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And now each quiet thing awakes

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
nd dances madly, wavers, dips:These are God’s motions on the air,His pulse for the sinner’s finger-tips,His arrows shot across the blue, His love-words dropping from his lips,And who ever heard such whisperings ?Who ever saw such. fellowships? 2/2,