LXXIV.
And when, at length, the mind shall be all free
From what it hates in this degraded form,[1]
Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be
Existent happier in the fly and worm,—
When Elements to Elements conform,
And dust is as it should be, shall I not
Feel all I see less dazzling but more warm?
The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot?[2]
Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?[3]
LXXV.
Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part[4]
Of me and of my Soul, as I of them?
Is not the love of these deep in my heart
With a pure passion? should I not contemn
All objects, if compared with these? and stem
- ↑ ——in this degrading form.—[MS.]
- ↑ ——the Spirit in each spot.—[MS.]
- ↑ [The "bodiless thought" is the object, not the subject, of his celestial vision. "Even now," as through a glass darkly, and with eyes
"Whose half-beholdings through unsteady tears
Gave shape, hue, distance to the inward dream,"his soul "had sight" of the spirit, the informing idea, the essence of each passing scene; but, hereafter, his bodiless spirit would, as it were, encounter the place-spirits face to face. It is to be noted that warmth of feeling, not clearness or fulness of perception, attends this spiritual recognition.]
- ↑ [Is not] the universe a breathing part?—[MS.]