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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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By one even more wrappered and lean and dark

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
han that warped concierge and impercurbable vassalWho bids you begone from her master’s Gothic park. Emphatically, the old house crumbled. The ruinsWould litter, as already the leaves, this petted sward,And no annalist went in to the lord or the peons ;The antiquary would gather the bits of shard. But on retreating, I saw myself in the token How loving from my Russian weed the feather curledOn the languid air ; and I went with courage shakenTo dip, alas, into some unseemlier world. Ransom, then, is doing for his own state what Frosthas done for New England, Vache] Lindsay for hisMiddle-West, and Carl Sandburg for Chicago. © Suchpoets are the forerunners of a national American schoolthat will one day produce a synthesis of all regional con-tributions, but for that school to appear will imply amore complete political synthesis than at present obt-ains between the States: we must be content to wait a long while for it.