Provinces, ravaged and waste, of that ruinous empire,—
And cunningly right them again.
Then call in the mourners.
“Say you your friend is dead?
See through that glass how his heart is pulsating steadily.
Look there, and there, at the beautiful play of the organs—
All the reactions of life restored by our science!
Where is your death?”
But I—is there not an I?—catch you that in a test-tube!