"Then take this bowl of poison," said the statue, "that you may no longer be." For her it was nectar to feel, "I shall now be free from being. That beauty will be, the beauty that I have worshipped and admired will remain. I no longer need be." She took the bowl of poison, and fell dead. The statue lifted her and kissed her by giving her its own life, the life of beauty and sacredness, the life which is everlasting and eternal.