Out of its fleshly durance dim and low,—
Since disembodied soul anticipates
(Thought-borne as now in rapturous unrestraint)
Above all crowding; crystal silentness,
Above all noise, a silver solitude:—
Surely, where thought so bears soul, soul in time
May permanently bide, "assert the wise,"
There live in peace, there work in hope once more—
Oh, nothing doubt, Philemon! Greed and strife,
Hatred and cark and care, what place have they