"All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless."

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Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.

— Dante Gabriel Rossetti