Tear the animal mask away, Strip me to the barest bone You shall not find the golden ray That long within my heart had shone.
Open the skull, expose the brain Examine it if you must, You shall not find me, look again And look until I turn to dust.
What is the measurement of soul Or She who dwelt within this breast Never shall you find the whole When all it is but parts you test.
Poems Undated (1727)
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