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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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Over the shredding of an April blossom

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
er thrilling fingers touched him quick with care;Of many delicate postures she cast a snare; But for all the red heart beating in the pale bosom,Her face as of cunningly tinctured ivory