And soul, too—men confuse things—who can tell
Which is the soul?”
She answer’d absently:
“In truth they do confuse things! only wise,
As owls that blink at light!—so blind—nor see
What day dawns with a wife’s enfranchisement;
Ambitious, but forgetting that the meek,
Inherit heaven, or that the oppressor dwarfs
His own surroundings; that if pride stoop not,
Then must the soul; that earthly lords must bend,