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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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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
air Isabel, poor simple Isabel!Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!They could not in the self-same mansion dwellWithout some stir of heart, some malady;They could not sit at meals but feel how wellIt soothed each to be the other by;They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleepBut to each other dream, and nightly weep.