Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea?
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors?  Time which shows
All inner meanings will reveal, but we
Shall never know the upshot.  Ours to be
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes,
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back;
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay
To be the thing we dream.  Sudden we lack
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray,
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.

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Poet: Amy Lowell (Amy Lowell Art)
Poem: 10. In Darkness
Volume: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
- Sonnets

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