Excerpt from Oxford Poetry Ere in my glass is blood Of kings The life-blood of a race that lies Long dead. The jewels burning in your Are an Egyptian woman's eyes.
Your beads are dead bones even my breath Breathes hot words that were others' pain. Now these fair things are ours awhile, till death Brings us to quiet sleep again.
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