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Credo

Written by: Edwin Arlington Robinson | Biography
 | Quotes (9) |
 I cannot find my way: there is no star 
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; 
And there is not a whisper in the air 
Of any living voice but one so far 
That I can hear it only as a bar 
Of lost, imperial music, played when fair 
And angel fingers wove, and unaware, 
Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are.

No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, 
For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, 
The black and awful chaos of the night; 
For through it all--above, beyond it all-- 
I know the far sent message of the years, 
I feel the coming glory of the light.



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