This Pile thou seest built out of Flesh, not Stone, <br />Contains no shroud within, nor mouldring bone: <br />This bloodless Trunk is destitute of Tombe <br />Which may the Soul-fled Mansion enwombe. <br />This seeming Sepulchre (to tell the troth) <br />Is neither Tomb nor Body, and yet both.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-on-niobe-turned-to-stone/
