I hope, no, I expect strong praise for this
hard work and achievement: aspiration--
the noblest passion--and pain gave birth to
my eager desire for deathless praise.
If I say misery is precious--if
sincere; if I say the heart rejoices
in massive pain; it's that I think bearing
the unbearable is heroism;
I'm brave enough to die that I may hold
on, give his overwhelming passions life.
Yes, I'm drowning, I leap only to fall
the more precipitously--still in these
poems I can climb. I find Death has a use--
his death has led me to make him deathless.
From B A1:87:46. Key