What hast thou found? alas! a narrow room!

Put out that Light,

Restore thy Soul its Sight,

For better ’tis to dwell in outward Gloom,

Than thus, by the vile Body’s eye,

To rob the Soul of its Infinity!

“5. Love, Love has Wings, and he

Soon out of Sight will flee,

Lost in far Ether to the sensual Eye,

But the Soul’s Vision true