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Peace is the heir of dead desire,
Whether abundance killed the cormorant
In a happy hour, or sleep or death
Drowned him deep in dreamy waters,
Peace is the ashes of that fire,
The heir of that king, the inn of that journey.
This last and best and goal: we dead Hold it so tight you are envious of us And fear under sunk lids contempt.
Death-day greetings are the sweetest.
Let trumpets roar when a man dies And rockets fly up, he has found his fortune.
Yet hungering long and pitiably That way, you shall not reach a finger To pluck it unripe and before dark Creep to cover: life broke ten whipstocks Over my back, broke faith, stole hope, Before I denounced the covenant of courage.

by Robinson Jeffers
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