To His Soul

REFLECTIONS

TO HIS SOUL

Soul, fellow of a life accurst,

Dearer to me than any friend,

I have beset you from the first

And I shall seek you to the end.

It does not matter what you are,

How strong to burn, how weak to yield:

The hovel's candle, or the star

That shines upon the battlefield:

Soul, we are older than the sun-

Apart, and infinitely one.