 | Collected poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
NOT ALWAYS II
There were long days when there was nothing said,And there were longer nights where there was nought
But silence and recriminating thought
Between them like a field unharvested.
Antipathy was now their daily bread,
And pride the bitter drink they daily fought
To throw away. Release was all they sought
Of hope, colder than moonlight on the dead.
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And strong enough to shake the prison down,
Neither believed, although they strove together,
How long the stolid fabric would endure
That was a wall for them, and was to frown
And shine for them through many sorts of weather.
| Collected poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |