Extract from the Lotos-Eaters

Death is the end of life; ah why
Should life all labour be?...
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence - ripen, fall, and cease;
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Lotos-Eaters" (1833)

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