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When all is said and all is done

Beneath the sound, and man lies dead

When all the earth is a cold grave

And no more brave Bright things have birth

When cooling sun and stone-cold world

Together hurled Flame up as one

O sons of men

When all is flame

What of your fame

And splendour then?

When all is fire

When all is fire

And flaming air

What of your rare

And high desire

To turn the clod

To a thing divine

The earth a shrine

And man the God??