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Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurledUpon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ringThe bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing .Beauty grown sad with its eternityMade you of us, and of the dim grey sea .Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait ,For God has bid them share an equal fate;And when at last, defeated in His wars ,They have gone down under the same white stars ,We shall no longer hear the little cryOf our sad hearts, that may not live nor die .

W. B. Yeats

"The Rose of Battle"