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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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Bring only tokens fixed and sure:

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ring kind affections, merited deep and strong,And though poor hearts never have lasted long,Swear splendidly to how they shall perdure As true as now, as pure.