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, for the death of a beautiful, purple bee, Sailing away to the blue of a limpid sky; To have yielded up one's life in an ecstasy, And then, in the very climax of love, to die!

To give oneself completely, once and for ever; Drink life at its utmost height as one laid it down; Spend one's soul in the rush of one last endeavour; And rule supremely in laying aside the crown. 120