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First Line: So, in the end, there is nothing left but this
Last Line: I learn the irony that all must learn.
Alternate Author Name(s): Gilkyson, Walter, Mrs.
Subject(s): Love


SO, in the end, there is nothing left but this:
The yet unbroken sureness of our love...
If that were truth, instead of a vain lie,
I should speak it aloud to you, or make it plain
At a touch that now you cannot hope to know...
Oh, no, do not mistake me. Love is sure;
There is no lie in that;—but the world beside—
What atom of it changes today for us?
You know, if love were the only thing remaining,
I should have no sorrow in my thoughts at all;
But because no part of the earth is disturbed or shaken
By what to us is become catastrophe,
I learn the irony that all must learn.





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