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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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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

accurate knowledge

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Phillis Wheatley·1753–1784
o court thee to Britannia's armsSerene the climes and mild the sky,Her region boasts unnumber'd charms,Thy welcome smiles in ev'ry eye.Thy promise, Neptune keep, record my pray'r,Not give my wishes to the empty air. Boston, October 12, 1772.