TIME takes them home that we loved,
fair names and famous,
To the soft long sleep,
to the broad sweet bosom of death;
But the flower of their souls,
he shall take not away to shame us,
Nor the lips lack song forever that now lack breath.
For with us shall the music and perfume that die not dwell,
Thoguh the dead to our dead bid welcome, and we farewell.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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