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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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For the tireless heart within the little

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
rom their noon apple dreams, and scuttleGoose-fashion under the skies! But now go the bells, and we are ready;In one house we are sternly stoppedTo say we are vexed at her brown study,Lying so primly propped. 16