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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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THE DISSEMBLERS

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
IT was not you I came to please,Only myself,” flipped she;“I like this spot of phantasies,And thought you far from me.”But O, he was the secret spellThat led her to the lea! “It was not she who shaped my ways,Or works, or thoughts,” he said.“I scarcely marked her living days,Or missed her much when dead.”But O, his joyance knew its knellWhen daisies hid her head!