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TIME being an instant in eternity,
Beauty above man's million years must see
The heaped corrupted mass that had to die,
The husk of man that set the glitter free;
Now from those million bodies in the dark,
Forgotten, rotten, part of fields or roads,
The million gleam united makes a spark
Which Beauty sees among her star abodes.
And, from the bodies, comes a sigh, "Alas,
We hated, fought and killed, as separate men,
Now all is merged and we are in the grass,
Our efforts merged, would we had known it then.
All our lives battle, all our spirits dream,
Nought in themselves, a clash which made a gleam."
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