my soul...

Clear and sweet is my soul...

and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Lack one lacks both...

And the unseen is proved by the seen

Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

Showing the best and dividing it from the worst,

age vexes age,

Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things,

while they discuss I am silent,

and go and bathe and admire myself.

 

Done