This body is my house – it is not I;
Herein I sojourn till, in some far sky;
I lease a fairer dwelling, built to last
Till all the carpentry of time is past.
(In a new house away from) this lone star,
What shall I care where these poor timbers are?
What, though the crumbling walls turn dust and loam-
I shall have left them for a larger home.
~Frederick Lawrence Knowles