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.