To torture a bodiless soul:
And bodiless, still I could feel the same,
And I trembled whenever a spirit came,
Or the flap of his flying stole.
Oh why did I tremble! The deathless mind,
It needeth no more to be human still,
Its flesh, and its beauty, it leaveth behind,
But still it endureth—the conquerless Will.
XXXVI.
I fell—I fell—I fell,