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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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Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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To Eva

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Ralph Waldo Emerson·1803–1882·Western philosophy
Fair and stately maid, whose eyeWas kindled in the upper skyAt the same torch that lighted mine;For so I must interpret stillThy sweet dominion o'er my will,A sympathy divine. Ah! let me blameless gaze uponFeatures that seem in heart my own,Nor fear those watchful sentinelsWhich charm the more their glance forbids,Chaste glowing underneath their lidsWith fire that draws while it repels. Thine eyes still shined for me, though farI lonely roved the land or sea,As I behold yon evening star,Which yet beholds not me. This morn I climbed the misty hill,And roamed the pastures through;How danced thy form before my path,Amidst the deep-eyed dew! When the red bird spread his sable wing,And showed his side of flame,When the rose-bud ripened to the rose,In both I read thy name.