Intra Sepulchrum
       &nbsp   What curious things we said,
       &nbsp   What curious things we did
Up there in the world we walked till dead
       &nbsp   Our kith and kin amid!

       &nbsp   How we played at love,
       &nbsp   And its wildness, weakness, woe;
Yes, played thereat far more than enough
       &nbsp   As it turned out, I trow!

       &nbsp   Played at believing in gods
       &nbsp   And observing the ordinances,
I for your sake in impossible codes
       &nbsp   Right ready to acquiesce.

       &nbsp   Thinking our lives unique,
       &nbsp   Quite quainter than usual kinds,
We held that we could not abide a week
       &nbsp   The tether of typic minds.

       &nbsp   - Yet people who day by day
       &nbsp   Pass by and look at us
From over the wall in a casual way
       &nbsp   Are of this unconscious.
       &nbsp   And feel, if anything,
       &nbsp       &nbsp   That none can be buried here
Removed from commonest fashioning,
       &nbsp   Or lending note to a bier:

       &nbsp   No twain who in heart-heaves proved
       &nbsp   Themselves at all adept,
Who more than many laughed and loved,
       &nbsp   Who more than many wept,

       &nbsp   Or were as sprites or elves
       &nbsp   Into blind matter hurled,
Or ever could have been to themselves
       &nbsp   The centre of the world.