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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

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

“a king's accession to a confederacy”

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That crowns our Love with Pleasures : these are

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Sir Philip Sidney·1554–1586
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oneWhen once we come to full fruition.Like waking in a Morning when all NightOur Fancy hath been fed with true Delight.Oh ! what a Stroke 'twould be ! sure I should die,Should I but hear my Mistress once say ay.That Monster Expectation feeds too highFor any Woman e'er to satisfy :And no brave Spirit ever cared for thatWhich in down Beds with Ease he could come at ;She's but an honest Whore that yields, althoughShe be as cold as Ice, as pure as Snow :He that enjoys her hath no more to say,But keeps us fasting, if you'll have us pray.Then, fairest Mistress, hold the Power you haveBy still denying what we still do crave :In keeping us in Hopes strange Things to seeThat never were, nor are, nor e'er shall be. Love, Reason, Hate did once bespeak
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