The soul IN THE BODY
WHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds,
Her faint reflex Time’s darkling stream enfolds,
And thou and I, though seeming dwellers here,
Live some where yonder in the starlit sphere?

INSOMNIA
A HOUSE of sleepers—I, alone unblest,
  Am yet awake and empty vigil keep.
When these, who spend life’s day with...