document.write("Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain<br />I hear your words in mournful cadence toll<br />Like some slow passing-bell which warns the soul<br />Of sundering darkness. Unrelenting, fain<br />To batter down resistance, fall again<br />Stroke after stroke, insistent diastole,<br />The bitter blows of truth, until the whole<br />Is hammered into fact made strangely plain.<br />Where shall I look for comfort? Not to you.<br />Our worlds are drawn apart, our spirit\\\'s suns<br />Divided, and the light of mine burnt dim.<br />Now in the haunted twilight I must do<br />Your will. I grasp the cup which over-runs,<br />And with my trembling lips I touch the rim.");