In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads — W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
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In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads of trampled clayLie bodies of the vampires full of blood;Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet("Oil and Blood")

— W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
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