Each night, in profound sleep our consciousness sinks,
Becomes non-existent;—waves on seashore’s brinks.—
The body’s a cage and a thorn to the soul.
Hence, seldom are body and soul wholly whole.—
Both men and fairies pris’ners are in earthly cage.—
If lifted could be from our souls the dark veil,
Each word of each soul would with miracles trail.—
The soul unto the flesh is joined, by God’s decree,
That it may be afflicted,—trials made to see.—
Th’ Infinites’ lovers finite’s worshippers are not