The Soul

Never the soul is seen on earth,
Nor known, nor its destiny, — never! —
Nor the place, nor the cause, nor the time of its birth,
Nor its songs, nor its anguish, its sins, nor its worth,
Nor its sorrowing long endeavor;
Unheard when it cries,
Unseen when it flies,
The soul is alone forever.
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