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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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To a Lady Celebrating Her Birthday

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
oo quick the annual sun returns, Mounts to the ledge and scans the pillowed faceWhereon four seasons hardly have writ the trace,Though even he on his timeless circuit mournsThat faintlier his fire burns.