And shall the earth of higher ends be full,—
Earth which thou tread’st,—and thy poor mind be dull,
Thou talk of life, with half thy soul asleep!
Thou “living dead man,” let thy spirits leap
Forth to the day, and let the fresh air blow
Thro’ thy soul’s shut-up mansion. Wouldst thou know
Something of what is life, shake off this death;
Have thy soul feel the universal breath
With which all nature’s quick, and learn to be
Sharer in all thou dost touch or see;