the window...

The soul comes from without
into the human body,
as into a temporary abode,
and it goes out of it anew
it passes into other habitations,
for the soul is immortal -
It is the secret of the world
that all things subsist and do not die,
but only retire a little from sight
and afterwards return again -
Nothing is dead;
men feign themselves dead,
and endure mock funerals…
and there they stand
looking out of the window,
sound and well,
in some
strange
new
disguise -