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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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READ BY MOONLIGHT

18 lines
Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
PAUSED to read a letter of hersBy the moon’s cold shine,Eyeing it in the tenderest way,And edging it up to catch each rayUpon her light-penned line.I did not know what years would flowOf her life’s span and mineEre I read another letter of hersBy the moon’s cold shine! I chance now on the last of hers,By the moon’s cold shine;It is the one remaining pageOut of the many shallow and sageWhereto she set her sign.Who could foresee there were to beSuch letters of pain and pineEre I should read this last of hersBy the moon’s cold shine!