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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 proper gifts to beauty then:

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ring topaz, emeralds, gold, and minerals rare,Musk that will ever be sweet on mortal air,Bright stiff brocades outlasting the short kenOf usual mortal men.