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1 " Death is never an ending, death is a change;Death is beautiful, for death is strange;Death is one dream out of another flowing. "
― Conrad Aiken , The House of Dust
2 " Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked. And death was observed with sudden cries, And birth with laughter and pain. And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies And night came down again. "
3 " Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,We have built a city of towers. "
4 " So, talking with my first wife,At the dark end of evening, when she leanedAnd smiled at me, with blue eyes weaving websOf finest fire, revolving me in scarlet,--Calling to mind remote and small successionsOf countless other evenings ending so,--I smiled, and met her kiss, and wished her dead "
