Intra Sepulchrum

What curious things we said,     What curious things we did     Up there in the world we walked till dead     Our kith and kin amid!     How we played at love,     And its wildness, weakness, woe;     Yes, played thereat far more than enough     As it turned out, I trow!     Played at believing in gods     And observing the ordinances,     I for your sake in impossible codes     Right ready to acquiesce.     Thinking our lives unique,     Quite quainter than usual kinds,     We held that we could not abide a week     The tether of typic minds.      Yet people who day by day     Pass by and look at us     From over the wall in a casual way     Are of this unconscious.     And feel, if anything,     That none can be buried here     Removed from commonest fashioning,     Or lending note to a bier:     No twain who in heart-heaves proved     Themselves at all adept,     Who more than many laughed and loved,     Who more than many wept,     Or were as sprites or elves     Into blind matter hurled,     Or ever could have been to themselves     The centre of the world.