So long, so long you've lived – yet still
Remained indignant in your soul.
Farewells your mortal lungs now fill
To beauty pure that you once stole.
Arrayed in loving palpitation,
Give forth the source of your mad drive,
To gods' implacable elation,
For life's new seeds to grow and thrive.
Impassively you ache and strain,
On truest path your grave is met;
Indignance only comes in vain,
So die, revive, and then forget.