“I too have rule,” the Body cried. “I curb thy higher flights;
I fetter all thy soarings, and I bind thee, and I grieve.
I can sting thee into wakefulness through long, unresting nights;
Can take the glory from thy noon, the splendor from thy eve.”
“And well can I return such wrong,” replied the eager Soul.
“How often hast thou laid thee down, to find thy sleep denied?
While I quickened in thy brain, robbed thy heart-beats of control,
And poured through every artery my warm, pulsating tide?
“Thou shalt lie down to sleep one day, and long that sleep shall last,
For I will shake thy shackles off and soar up to the skies;