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Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

John Crowe Ransom

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John Crowe Ransom
Age: 86 †
Born: 1888
Born: April 30
Died: 1974
Died: July 3
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