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 The secret of passing away, The cost of the change of the moon, None knows it with ear or with eye, But all will soon.

The live wave's love for the shore, The shore's for the wave as it dies, The love of the thunder‑fire That sears the skies,

We shall know not though life wax hoar, Till all life, spent into sighs, Burn out as consumed with desire Of death's strange eyes;