(It is a soul that striveth so.)
"Body, I hear dim sounds afar
Dripping from some diviner star;
Dim sounds of joyous harmony,
It is my mates that sing, and I
Must drink that song or break my heart—
Body, I pray you, let us part.
"Comrade, your frame is worn and frail,
Your vital powers begin to fail;
I long for life, but you for rest;