"Men expect too much, do too little."
"Last night I fled until I came To streets where leaking casements dripped Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame; A nervous window bled."
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Source: Allen Tate (2014). “Collected Poems, 1919-1976”, p.207, Macmillan
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