It's not that we would kiss the flesh-
No; kiss the soul, should rumoured place
Be real, we'd not value solid steel
O'er bone and sinew; nothing feel
The wispy ghost, in deep tomb sealed-
The body's but the cart and horse
To carry love's own corpse, of course.
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I would like to translate this poem
You should come more often.. iip