o dark dark dark. they all go into the dark,
the vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
the captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
the generous patrons of art, the statesmen & the rulers,
distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
industrial lords & petty contractors, all go into the dark,
& dark the sun & moon, & the almanach de gotha,
& the stock exchange gazette, the directory of directors,
& cold the sense & lost the motive of action.
& we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
i said to my soul, be still, & let the dark come upon you,
which shall be the darkness of God.
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i am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
so it is, & so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
into the darkness they go, the wise & the lovely. crowned
with lilies & with laurel they go: but i am not resigned.
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& for all this, nature is never spent;
there lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
& though the last lights off the black west went
oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
because the Holy Ghost over the bent
world broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
“the death of gods is a chain reaction”
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