(1st line by H P Lovecraft)
I ceased to hope--because I understood
that hope is like the flash of green at dusk
that carries from the sun's departing disk
only an issueless echo. Hazard-flood,
invariance of task:
these are walls of a world. What hope brings
cannot but cloud the eye as, driving home
thoughts of another scene intrude or, rungs
from where the ground arrives, i lose my climb
and briskly come to harm.
Hope is like that. It takes your grief away
when grief is half of why you carry on.
Among the rain-drenched tombs, this much is known.
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