Ode to body

When flippant spirits conjoin the jubilant heaven's joy,
 the noble body down in hollow earth weeps.
the noble, wise tears…Spirit, know ye not,
the pain of the dignified corpse,
when ye subjects it to humiliation?
What does the transient and foolish spirit know,
of the wise body's eternal woe?
Thou art the good flower,
aerier and more beautiful things above,
and I, the sum total of thy higher ostentation down here,
the rotten, bad fruit.