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We Die with the Dying - T.S. Eliot

Poem from Little Gidding, the fourth quartet of T S Eliot’s Four Quartets

We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.

We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.

The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew tree
Are of equal duration.

Chorus:
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

~ T S Eliot ~