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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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Where is the white frost snowing on his head?

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
hen did he stalk and weep and not loll in his bed?” I will be brief, Assuredly I have a grief,And I am shaken; but not as a leaf. 13