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 The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose,—

You never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes.

Know you what earth shall lose to-night, what rich uncounted loans,

What heavy gold of tales untold you bury with my bones?

My loves in deep dim meadows, my ships that rode at ease,

Ruffling the purple plumage of strange and secret seas.

To see this fair earth as it is to me alone was given,

The blow that breaks my brow to-night shall break the dome of heaven.

The skies I saw, the trees I saw after no eyes shall see.

To-night I die the death of God; the stars shall die with me:

One sound shall sunder all the spears and break the trumpet's breath:

You never laughed in all your life as I shall laugh in death.