This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth. Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand: Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand. Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory, Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story. Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky. Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
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John Masefield
John Edward Masefield OM (/ˈmeɪsˌfiːld, ˈmeɪz-/; 1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967) was an English poet and writer, and Poet Laureate from 1930 until 19…
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