Bronze (Johnson)/Eclipse

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ECLIPSE
Aflounder the uncompassed darkness of doubt In search of the path to the goalThat 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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