Find quotes from this poem, with commentary from Shmoop. Pick a theme below to begin.
At the round earth's imagined corners (line 1)
you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, (lines 3-4)
and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, (lines 2-4)
round earth's imagined corners (line 1)