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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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That ever sweetly bargained love’s exchange

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
ust lie; love must be blacked with this eclipse,That she and I could live, and still be strange! And as for death, whose stroke dissevers men, =What fool would hope for firm possession then? o~