"Of all the Souls that stand create –
I have elected – One –
When Sense from Spirit - files away –
And Subterfuge – is done –
When that which is – and that which was –
Apart - intrinsic – stand –
And this brief Drama in the flesh –
Is shifted – like a Sand –
When Figures show their royal Front –
And Mists – are carved away,
Behold the Atom – I preferred –
To all the lists of Clay!"
