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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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Sick of my dissonance.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
went out to Bagley Wood, I climbed the hill ;Even the moon had slanted off in a twinkling, I heard the sepulchral owl and a few bells tinkling,There was no more villanous day to unfulfill,