dust in the air suspended

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Ash on an old man's sleeve

Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.

Dust in the air suspended

Marks the place where a story ended.

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Dust inbreathed was a house -

The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,

The death of hope and despair,

This is the death of air.

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There are flood and drouth

Over the eyes and in the mouth,

Dead water and dead sand

Contending for the upper hand.

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The parched eviscerate soil

Gapes at the vanity of toil,

Laughs without mirth.

This is the death of earth.

Words from Little Gidding (No. 4 of 'four quartets') by T.S. Elloitt