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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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Il. NAY

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ith such strong arms I shut my love about,She rested there, which was to me a tokenThis was a house she never could walk without,Securely bricked, and never to be broken. But no, the tight imprisonment was vain, Too physical and wide to catch a heart; When we had come most near, and scarce were twain,Some soul was still unmet, and much apart.