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In
Divers Tones
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
Edited
by Tracy Ware
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RECKONING
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What
matter that the sad gray city sleeps,
Sodden with dull dreams, ill at
ease, and snow
Still falling chokes the swollen
drains! I know
That even with sun and summer not less creeps
My spirit thro’ gloom, nor ever gains the
steeps
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Where
Peace sits, inaccessible, yearned for so.
Well have I learned that from
my breast my woe
Starts,—that as my own hand hath sown, it
reaps.
I have had my measure of achievement, won
Most I have striven for; and
at last remains
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This
one thing certain only, that who gains
Success hath gained it at too sore a cost,
If in his triumph hour his heart have lost
Youth, and have found its sorrow
of age begun.
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