Of all the souls that stand create
\nI have elected one.
\nWhen sense from spirit files away,
\nAnd subterfuge is done;<\/p>\n
When that which is and that which was
\nApart, intrinsic, stand,
\nAnd this brief tragedy of flesh
\nIs shifted like a sand;<\/p>\n
When figures show their royal front
\nAnd mists are carved away, —
\nBehold the atom I preferred
\nTo all the lists of clay!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"