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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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But slipped it into his hand at dark

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
nd whistled a gospel tune, and knewHe’d join in strong on the refrain. For I would pitch the treble high,“Down at the cross where my Saviour died,”’And then he’d roll along the bass, “There did I bury my sin and pride’