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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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To make to agree or correspond; to suit one thing to another; to adjust.

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Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
n nature apt to like when I did seeBeauties, which were of many carats fine,My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee: But finding not those restless flames in me,Which others said did make their souls to pine,I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine,By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played,Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest?) beheldStella; now she is nam'd, need more be said? In her sight I a lesson new have spell'd,I now hav learn'd Love right, and learn'd even so,As who by being poisoned doth poison know.