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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 songs and shouting in my heart.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ut when you came and looked at me,You tried my poor pretence too much.O love, do you know the secret nowOf one who would not tell nor touch?Must I confess before the pack Of babblers, idiots, and such?