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Amy Lowell - The End

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.

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Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 23. The End
Volume: A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass
- Sonnets

Comment 2 of 2, added on October 6th, 2009 at 10:36 AM.

if u r really serious about poetry then analysis the poem 'Flower -Gathering' and 'The End' by Robert Frost and Amy Lowell respectively.

shasharata from United Kingdom
Comment 1 of 2, added on December 9th, 2005 at 8:41 PM.

i really need to say that...amy lowell uses the word "cadence" in about six of her poems at least!

Joy from United States

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