Spirits in wings, a thousand seraphs bursted.
Dark flames still hovering on their baneful flight.
Death in all but the putrid breath that fell,
Refracted, through thy bounds, afar.
O Death! from the eye of Satan upon that star!
Sweet was that error Better still than breath
Sweet was that error Sweeter still than death
And there, O may my spirit dwell!
Beside your limbs & yet how far from the shell
For each star is fatal there,
And looks so desperately afflicted.
Like a thousand poisons, every blaze
Shines upon my eyes and afflicted heart.
Away, Away!
To distant spheres, I rode.
And late to ours, the favored one of God.
But now, the ruler of an infested realm,
Incense and high spiritual hymns
Leaves in debt my wretched limbs.
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