[XXXVIII], [XCIII] and [XCIV]
I quote again from Omar, Fitzgerald’s version, quatrain 44:
“Why, if the Soul can fling the dust aside,
And naked on the air of Heaven ride,
Were’t not a shame—were’t not a shame for him
In this clay carcass crippled to abide?”
And from Heron-Allen’s, quatrain 145:
“O Soul, if thou canst purify thyself from the dust of the clay,
Thou, naked spirit, canst soar in the heav’ns,
The Empyrian is thy sphere—let it be thy shame