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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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Woodwife wrapped in red.”

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
Dorothy, then westward comeWhere the night-bells promise home.For the arduous dome is black But the gate is golden; They will joy to have us back,Loyal and beholden.” “Dick, they tend Saint Gregory’s tomb,