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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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A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
HE wore a new “terra-cotta” dress,And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,Within the hansom’s dry recess,Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionlessWe sat on, snug and warm. Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,And the glass that had screened our forms beforeFlew up, and out she sprang to her door:I should have kissed her if the rainHad lasted a minute more.