<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The End</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain <br>I hear your words in mournful cadence toll <br>Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul <br>Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain <br>To batter down resistance, fall again <br>Stroke after stroke, insistent diastole, <br>The bitter blows of truth, until the whole <br>Is hammered into fact made strangely plain. <br>Where shall I look for comfort? Not to you. <br>Our worlds are drawn apart, our spirit's suns <br>Divided, and the light of mine burnt dim. <br>Now in the haunted twilight I must do <br>Your will. I grasp the cup which over-runs, <br>And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343770" data-title="The End de Amy Lowell" data-description="Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain To batter down resistance, fall again Stroke after stroke, insist..."></div> </div> </div>

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