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FIN

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. 






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