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“The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.”

Via the Laudator:
Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), January:
It freezes—all across a soundless sky
The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun:
The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.
Death, with his evil finger to his … Continue reading

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