I used to think <br />The mind essential in the body, even <br />As stood the body essential in the mind: <br />Two inseparable things, by nature equal <br />And similar, and in creation's song <br />Halving the total scale: it is not so. <br />Unlike and cross like driftwood sticks they come <br />Churned in the giddy trough: a chunk of pine, <br />A slab of rosewood: mangled each on each <br />With knocks and friction, or in deadly pain <br />Sheathing each other's splinters: till at last <br />Without all stuff or shape they 're jetted up <br />Where in the bluish moisture rot whate'er <br />Was vomited in horror from the sea.<br /><br />Trumbull Stickney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-think/
