In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, To taste whole joys.john donne
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
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