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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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You well may stare and stare.

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
When I was young I said as youAre saying in your sapphic youth,That perfect lips conveyed a cue,And bosom’s rhythm said it too,[t signified her truth; “Her broad brow meant intelligenceAnd something better than a bone, 28 Her body’s curves were spirit’s tents,Her fresh young skin was innocence,Instead of meat that shone. “] urge the moralists to thresh(Indeed the thing is very droll)God’s oldest joke, forever fresh :The fact that in the finest fleshThere isn’t any soul.”