Go your seeking, soul.
Mine the proven path of time's foretelling.
Yours accordance with some mysteried whole
I am but your passion-haunted dwelling.

Bring what news you can,
Stranger, loved of body's humbled heart.
Say one whispered word to mortal man
From that peace whereof he claims you part.

Hither-hence, my guest,
Blood and bone befriend, where you abide
Till withdrawn to share some timeless quest.
I am but the brain that dreamed and died.