SWEET SMELL OF THE JUST
The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death’s purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds; Your heads must come, To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. James Shirley, “The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses”, D. J. Enright, The Oxford Book of Death, pg. 12
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