Dust to the dust: but the pure spirit
Back to the burning fountain whence he came,
A portion of the Eternal, which must glow
Through time and change, unquenchably the same,
Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
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