THE KASÎDAH VII, 25, 36

Life is a ladder infinite-stepped,
 that hides its rungs from human eyes;
Planted its foot in chaos-gloom,
 its head soars high above the skies:

No break the chain of Being bears;
 all things began in unity;
And lie the links in regular line
 though haply none the sequence see.

The Ghost, embodied natural Dread
 of dreary death and foul decay,
Begat the Spirit, Soul and Shade
 with Hades’ pale and wan array.

THE KASÎDAH VII, 13, 24

Words, words that gender things! The soul
 is a new-comer on the scene;
Sufficeth not the breath of Life
 to work the matter-born machine?

We know the Gen’esis of the Soul;
 we trace the Soul to hour of birth;
We mark its growth as grew mankind
 to boast himself sole Lord of Earth:

The race of Be’ing from dawn of Life
 in an unbroken course was run;
What men are pleased to call their Souls
 was in the hog and dog begun:

THE KASÎDAH VII, 1, 12

Man hath no Soul, a state of things,
 a no-thing still, a sound, a word
Which so begets substantial thing
 that eye shall see what ear hath heard.

Where was his Soul the savage beast
 which in primeval forests strayed,
What shape had it, what dwelling-place,
 what part in nature’s plan it played?

This Soul to ree a riddle made;
 who wants the vain duality?
Is not myself enough for me?
 what need of “I” within an “I”?