Yet they were made of earth and fire as we,
The selfsame forces set us in our mould;
To life we woke from all that makes the past.
We grow on Death's tree as ephemeral flowers.
Thoger Larsen (1805-1837)
Friday, September 22, 2006
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Thanks to moss on TMA for bringing this poem to my attention.
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