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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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Sealed in a yellow tomb.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
he Lord preserves his saints for Christian uses,He sent a pair of providential eyes. They would have sat in any witless head,Although I deemed them deep as classic seas,As strange as any woman written smiling, And much more near; the merest modern eyes, =)