You lived many. Indignation
In your soul you cherished.
Now give a farewell
Immortality of pure beauty.
Crowned with trepidation favorite,
Give the source of your strength
Other gods inexorable
For new Seeded alive.
And I, confident impassive,
Will go to the grave right path,
And - in vain indignant -
Die, arise and forget.
23 November 1899
