MAN hath no Soul, a state of things, a no-thing still, a sound, a word Which so begets substantial thing that eye shall see what ear hath heard.

Where was his Soul the savage beast which in primeval forests strayed, What shape had it, what dwelling-place, what part in nature’s plan it played?

This Soul to ree a riddle made; who wants the vain duality? Is not myself enough for me? what need of “I” within an “I”?

Words, words that gender things! The soul is a new-comer on the scene; Sufficeth not the breath of Life to work the matter-born machine?