Late Lyrics and Earlier: Intra Sephulcrum

Intra Sephulcrum

   What curious things we said,
   What curious things we did
Up there in the world we walked till dead
   Our kith and kin amid!
   How we played at love,
   And its wildness, weakness, woe;
Yes, played thereat far more than enough
   As it turned out, I trow!
   Played at believing in gods
   And observing the ordinances,
I for your sake in impossible codes
   Right ready to acquiesce.
   Thinking our lives unique,
   Quite quainter than usual kinds,
We held that we could not abide a week
   The tether of typic minds.
  --Yet people who day by day
   Pass by and look at us
From over the wall in a casual way
   Are of this unconscious.
   And feel, if anything,
   That none can be buried here
Removed from commonest fashioning,
   Or lending note to a bier:
   No twain who in heart-heaves proved
   Themselves at all adept,
Who more than many laughed and loved,
   Who more than many wept,
   Or were as sprites or elves
   Into blind matter hurled,
Or ever could have been to themselves
   The centre of the world.

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