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Poetry Perpetuates The Poet.
By Robert Herrick
Here I myself might likewise die,
And utterly forgotten lie,
But that eternal poetry
Repullulation gives me here
Unto the thirtieth thousand year,
When all now dead shall reappear.
Extra Info:
Repullulation, rejuvenescence.
Thirtieth thousand year, an allusion to the doctrine of the Platonic year.
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