Prologue to Dramatic Idyls, Second Series
“You are sick, that’s sure,” — they say:
”Sick of what?” — they disagree.
“ ‘T is the brain,” — thinks Doctor A;
” ‘T is the heart,” — holds Doctor B;
“The liver — my life I’d lay!”
”The lungs!” “The lights!”
Ah me!
So ignorant of man’s whole
Of bodily organs plain to see —
So sage and certain, frank and free,
About what’s under lock and key —
Man’s soul!