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And many more, whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. "Thou art become as one of us," they cry; "It was for thee you kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an heaven of song. Assume thy wingèd throne, thou Vesper of our throng!" -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |