You seek life, and a godly fire
Gushes and gleams for you out of the earth,
As, with shuddering long, you
Hurl yourself down to the flames of the Etna.
So by a queen's wanton whim
Peals were dissolved in wine- heed her not!
What folly, poet, to cast your riches
Into that bright and bubbling cup!
Yet still are you holy to me, as the might of the earth
That bore you away, audaciously perishing!
And I would follow the hero into the depths
Did love not hold me.
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Heroes and Heroism