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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Worm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain<br> In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;<br> The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,<br> With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.<br> The tower of ages in fragments is laid,<br> Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade ;<br> And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave<br> Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet<br>Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet--<br>Oh ! turn not away with the shriek of disgust<br>From the thing you must mate with in darkness and dust.<br>Your eyes may be flashing in pleasure and pride,<br>'Neath the crown of a Queen or the wreath of a bride ;<br>Your lips may be fresh and your cheeks may be fair--<br>Let a few years pass over, and I shall be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cities of splendour, where palace and gate,<br>Where the marble of strength and the purple of state ;<br>Where the mart and arena, the olive and vine,<br>Once flourished in glory ; oh ! are ye not mine ?<br>Go look for famed Carthage, and I shall be found<br>In the desolate ruin and weed-covered mound ;<br>And the slime of my trailing discovers my home,<br>'Mid the pillars of Tyre and the temples of Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am sacredly sheltered and daintily fed<br>Where the velvet bedecks, and the white lawn is spread ;<br>I may feast undisturbed, I may dwell and carouse<br>On the sweetest of lips and the smoothest of brows.<br>The voice of the sexton, the chink of the spade,<br>Sound merrily under the willow's dank shade.<br>They are carnival notes, and I travel with glee<br>To learn what the churchyard has given to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh ! the worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain,<br>For where monarchs are voiceless I revel and reign ;<br>I delve at my ease and regale where I may ;<br>None dispute with the worm in his will or his way.<br>The high and the bright for my feasting must fall--<br>Youth, Beauty, and Manhood, I prey on ye all :<br>The Prince and the peasant, the despot and slave ;<br>All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eliza+Cook">Eliza Cook</a><div class=q>
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 In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ;
 The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,
 With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.
 The tower of ages in fragments is laid,..."></div>
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