I
Good to forgive—
Best to forget!
Living, we fret—
Dying, we live.
Fretless and free,
Soul, clap thy pinion!
Earth have dominion,
Body, o'er thee!
II
Wander at will,
Day after day—
Wander away,
Wandering still—
Soul that canst soar!
Body may slumber—
Body shall cumber
Soul-flight no more.
III
Waft of soul's wing!
What lies above?
Sunshine and love,
Sky-blue and Spring!
Body hides—where?
Ferns of all feather,
Mosses and heather,
Yours be the care!
—Robert Browning

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