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Whirlwind of Lovers (Illustration to Dante's Inferno), William Blake
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye,
Which was Born in Night to perish in a Night,
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
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detail from The Triumph of Death by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
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