Having no brain to think and feel?
—Or grant it be as priests say,
And growth come on my death-day:
Suppose Growth came: would Certainty?
Or would Mind still a quester be,
Frame deeper mysteries, not find them out,
And wander in a larger Doubt?
—Alas, if to Mind’s petty stir
Death prove so poor a silencer:
Though veins when emptied a few hours