Poems in Quantitative Metres 373Journey’s End^5
The day ends lost in a stretch of even,
A long road trod — and the little farther.
Now the waste-land, now the silence;
A blank dark wall, and behind it heaven.(^5) Lines 1, 2, 4, epitrite, third paeon, trochee,
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In line 3, two double trochees,
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