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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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Pots of geranium spilled and the stalks naked.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
he spring transpired in that year with no flowers,But the regular stars went busily on their courses,Suppers and cards were calendared, and some bridals,And the birds demurely sang in the bitten poplars. To Miriam Tazewell the whole world was villain,To prosper when the fragile babes were fallen;The principle of the beast was low and masculine!For weeks she went untidy, she went sullen. 28