Trumbull Stickney - I Used to Think lyrics

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