Eclipse

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Eclipse

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!