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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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Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
educe this lady unto marble quickly, :Ray her beauty on a glassy plate, heRhyme her youth as fast as the granite, inetTake her where she trembles, and do not wait, * For now in funeral white they lead her it:And crown her queen of the House of No Love: SiggA dirge, then, for her beauty, Musicians! reYe harping the springe that catches the dove. ae