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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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ENDYMION. S

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
* Why did I dream that sleep o'er-power*d meI In midst of all this heaven I Why not see,I Far off, the shadows of his pinions dark, And stare them from me ? But no, like a spark That needs must die, although its little beamI Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream I Fell into nothing — into stupid sleep. I And so it was, until a gentle creep, A careful moving cauglit my waking ears,j And up I stai'ted : Ah ! my sighs, my tears, j My clenched hands ; — for lo ! the poppies hung ; Dew-dabbled on tlieir stalks, the ouzel stmg I A heavy ditty, and the sullen day I Had chidden herald Hesperus away, I With leaden looks : the solitaiy breeze i BlusterM, and slept, and its wild self did tease ; With waywai-d melancholy ; and I tliought, j Mark me, Peona ! that sometimes it brought j Faint fare-thee-wells, and sigli-shi*illed adieus I — I Away I wanderM — all the pleasant hues j Of heaven and earth had faded : deepest shadesI Were deepest dungeons ; heaths and sminy gladesi Were full of pestilent light ; our taintless rills I Seem*d sooty, and o'ci*8pread with uptum'd gills