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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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adverb

In an accidental manner; by chance, unexpectedly.

He discovered penicillin largely accidentally.

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To the Black Beloved

21 lines
Langston Hughes·1901–1967·Harlem Renaissance
h,My black one,Thou art not beautifulYet thou hastA lovelinessSurpassing beauty. Oh,My black one,Thou art not goodYet thou hastA puritySurpassing goodness. Ah,My black one,Thou art not luminousYet an altar of jewels,An altar of shimmering jewels,Would pale in the lightOf thy darkness,Pale in the lightOf thy nightness.