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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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Dick and Dorothy look forth

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
nd every quarter is a north.Each old comrade is forlornest,Bush, and trumpet-vine, and tree;Is it jest? or in good earnestGoes the sombre colloquy? “Dorothy, the year’s played out,His green young armies all in rout.Some are pale and some are bleeding,Green the summer long,