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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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Better to walk forth in the murderous air

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
nd wash my wound in the snows; that would be healing;Because my heart would throb less painful there, Being caked with cold, and past the smart of feeling. And where I went, the hugest winter blast Would have this body bowed, these eyeballs streaming,And though I think this heart’s blood froze not fast,