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The secret of passing away,
The live wave's love for the shore,
We shall know not though life wax hoar,
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TRIADS.
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iii.
The cost of the change of the moon,
None knows it with ear or with eye,
But all will soon.
III.
i.
The shore's for the wave as it dies,
The love of the thunder‑fire
That sears the skies,
ii.
Till all life, spent into sighs,
Burn out as consumed with desire
Of death's strange eyes;
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