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Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Deep in the muck of unregarded doom,
Where none can make a conquest, none have room
To stretch an aching muscle, -- there might be
Intersticies where impulse could go free. . .
There, where accomplishment cannot achieve,
Valour defend, religion quite believe,
Or vengence plot behavior, -- there may still
be cracks, uneasy instinct well might fill
And even worm its way along, until
All might begin again; and Man receive
In prospect, what he never can retrieve.