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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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A VANTAGE POINT

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Robert Frost·1874–1963
f tired of trees I seek again mankind,Well I know where to hie me—-in the dawn,To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.There amid lolling juniper reclined,Myself unseen, I see in white definedFar off the homes of men, and farther still,The graves of men on an opposing hill,Living or dead, whichever are most to mind. And if by noon I have too much of these,I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglowMy breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,I smell the earth, I smell the bruised plant,I look into the crater of the ant.