Pansies (Lawrence)/Dies Illa

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DIES ILLA
Dies iræ, dies illasolvet sæclum in favilla—
Day of wrath, O day of warning!Flame devours the world.
It does, even if we don't see it.For there are all sorts of flame:slow, creeping cold onesthat burn inwardlylike flickering cancers.
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And the slow cold flamesmay burn for long yearsbefore they've eaten through the joists and the girdersand the house comes down, with a subsiding crash.

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