TO H. H. by LUCILE ENLOW

Your soul bears the same resemblance to a healthy soul
That a new corpse bears to a healthy body. Mask
Of life, so line for line correct, you ask
No spark to mar the symmetry of the whole.
Why spurn the key to unlock these golden bars
That make of the vast beyond, a stupid tale?
The confines of your richly furnished jail
Shine brilliant in the light of myriad stars
That satisfy your mind; and when you hear
Of glory shed in radiance by a sun,
You laugh, as fools like you have always done.
Strange it is to me, you have no fear;
So quick with life, so adequately fed,
Chained to a starved soul, beautiful and dead.

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