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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE END; SONNET, by AMY LOWELL Poet's Biography
First Line: Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain
Last Line: And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.
First Line: Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain
Last Line: And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.
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, insistent diastole,
The bitter blows of truth, until the whole
Is hammered into fact made strangely plain.
Where shall I look for comfort? Not to you.
Our worlds are drawn apart, our spirit's suns
Divided, and the light of mine burnt dim.
Now in the haunted twilight I must do
Your will. I grasp the cup which over-runs,
And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.
Other Poems of Interest...
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TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL
AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL