Be in the world but not of it
As matter fixed
Though spirit be not bound to here.
But, what, then, of the days
When you feel so much
Of the world and yet not in it,
That the spirit follows limit
Into hollowed ground to disappear?
Be in the world but not of it
As matter fixed
Though spirit be not bound to here.
But, what, then, of the days
When you feel so much
Of the world and yet not in it,
That the spirit follows limit
Into hollowed ground to disappear?