To a Lady, XXXV

For I had senses, and I could tell By my spirit’s hearing, that such a yell Was only learn’d in the bottom of hell, To torture a bodiless soul: And bodiless, still I could feel the same, And I trembled whenever a spirit came, Or the flap of his flying stole. Oh why did I tremble! The deathless mind, It needeth no more to be human still, Its flesh, and its beauty, it leaveth behind, But still it endureth—the conquerless Will.