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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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SONGS FROM PARACELSUS

18 lines
Robert Browning·1812–1889
 "HEAP CASSIA, SANDAL-BUDS, AND STRIPES" Heap cassia, sandal-buds, and stripesOf labdanum, and aloe-balls,Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesFrom out her hair; such balsam fallsDown sea-side mountain pedestals, 5From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,Spent with the vast and howling main,To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some oldEgyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud 10Which breaks to dust when once unrolled;Or shredded perfume, like a cloudFrom closet long to quiet vowed,With mothed and dropping arras hung,Moldering her lute and books among, 15As when a queen, long dead, was young.