LXXIV.

And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form,[jl] 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?[jm] Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?[322]