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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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noun

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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THE PAST.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson·1803–1882·Western philosophy
he debt is paid,The verdict said,The Furies laid,The plague is stayed,All fortunes made;Turn the key and bolt the door,Sweet is death forevermore.Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin,Nor murdering hate, can enter in.All is now secure and fast;Not the gods can shake the Past;Flies to the adamantine doorBolted down forevermore. None can re-enter there,No thief so politic,No Satan with a royal trickSteal in by window, chink, or hole,To bind or unbind, add what lacked,Insert a leaf, or forge a name,New-face or finish what is packed,Alter or mend eternal Fact.