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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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Telling the truth or giving a true result; exact; not defective or faulty

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Whoso list to hunt

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hoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind!But as for me, alas, I may no more;The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,I am of them that furthest come behind.Yet may I by no means my wearied mindDraw from the deer, but as she fleeth aforeFainting I follow; I leave off therefore,Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,As well as I, may spend his time in vain.And graven with diamonds in letters plain,There is written her fair neck round about,"Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,And wild for to hold, though I seem tame."