I sing the body electric,
 The armies of those I love engirth me 
   and I engirth them,
 They will not let me off till I go with them, 
   respond to them,
 And discorrupt them, and charge them full 
   with the charge of the soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt 
   their own bodies conceal themselves?
 And if those who defile the living are as bad
   as they who defile the dead?
 And if the body does not do fully
   as much as the soul?
 And if the body were not the soul,
   what is the soul?