Reminiscence of Maëterlinck's "Life of the Bee"
Oh, 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.
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