&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.