Our hearts with it and know that they who hate
And strike become by their own blow the stricken!”...
“A stranger might be God,” the Hindus cry.
But Celia says, importunate:
“Everyone must be God and you and I.”
VIII
Almost the body leads the laggard soul; bidding it see
The beauty of surrender, the tranquillity
Of fusion with the earth. The body turns to dust
Not only by a sudden whelming thrust,