MOURNING becomes MORNING

(The Last Verse First)

"Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame."

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(Second-Read the Whole poem)
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/september-1-1939

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(Thirdly-Get Up and Keep On Keeping on)

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