Edmond Rostand. Cyrano de Bergerac (№ 342873)

You speak the truth. What's wrong
Such a death for every poet?
I was killed for what he saw the upper light
Not that it was called the upper light.
And I insisted on it
As a man and as a poet!
And to me the descendants have not forgotten
I composed the inscription for his own grave:
Passerby, stop! Here is buried the
Who lived a life beyond all worldly rules.
He was a musician, but left no notes.
He was a philosopher, but the books he left.
He was an astronomer, but somewhere in the starry sky
Forever the scientist lost his trail.
He was a poet, but poems are not created!..
But the life he lived as a poet!