If that apparent part of life's delight

If that apparent part of life's delight

Our tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seen

By aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,

Joy, flesh and life might prove but a gross screen.

Haply Truth's body is no eyable being,

Appearance even as appearance lies,

Haply our close, dark, vague, warm sense of seeing

Is the choked vision of blindfolded eyes.

Wherefrom what comes to thought's sense of life? Nought.

All is either the irrational world we see

Or some aught-else whose being-unknown doth rot

Its use for our thought's use. Whence taketh me

A qualm-like ache of life, a body-deep

Soul-hate of what we seek and what we weep.

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