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My songs were once of the sunrise:
They shouted it over the bar;
First-footing the dawns, they flourished,
And flamed with the morning star.
My songs are now of the sunset:
Their brows are touched with light,
But their feet are lost in the shadows
And wet with the dews of night.

— William Ernest Henley Hawthorn and Lavender (1901)

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From the winter's gray despair,
From the summer’s golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.

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'Life is worth Living
Through every grain of it,
From the foundations
To the last edge
Of the cornerstone, death.'

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Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

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Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

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Life — life — life! 'Tis the sole great thing
This side of death,
Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!

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