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On the Undead -

Nevertheless, their pain is real,
And requires our pity. Think how sad it must be
To thirst always for a scorned elixir,
The salt quotidian blood

Which, if mistrusted, has no savour;
To prey on life forever and not possess it,
As rock-hollows, tide after tide,
Glassily strand the sea.

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole
And, casting out my self, become a soul.