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Ichor

 

Ichor, that which flows through the veins

Of the Blessed Divinities,

Swirls not within my blood I say,

Shunning extra-human affinities.

I say, I swear, by the River of Oaths, Styx,

Never shall my blood with that of the gods mix.

And I who have said it,

As the flowering shrub,

I do naturally immortality snub.

– Robert Sandberg

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Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridle of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.
— George Herbert, Virtue (1-4)

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