How this same striving to the Infinite,
Which I intend by “love,” is likest to
That journey’s wonder to the womb of death:
Because no soul of man has ever crossed
Again that River—the old fable’s wrong;
Æneas came never to the ghostly side!
Was not the boat weighed with his body still?
Felt he the keen emotions of the dead?
Could he, the mortal and the warrior,
Converse with Them, and understand? Believe!