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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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verb

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

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Of dying fish ; the vermeil rose had blown

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
Like spiked aloe. If an innocent bird Before my heedless footsteps stiiT'd, and stirr*dj In little journeys, I beheld in it ' A disguised demon, missioned to knit