At the Feet of The Mother

Journey’s End

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The day ends lost in a stretch of even,
A long road trod — and the little farther.
Now the waste-land, now the silence;
A blank dark wall, and behind it heaven.

Notes on Text
1942. A single handwritten manuscript precedes the On Quantitative Metre revision work.

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