Aflounder the uncompassed darkness of doubt
In search of the path to the goal
That lies at the end of our transient day,
The ultimate bourne of the soul;
I grasp into nothingness, feebly essay
To clasp but a willow, a stone,
And grope through the stepless, unechoing gloom
Unanswered, unsuccored, alone!
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Eclipse
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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