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, [bad word] of an infested realm, 
Incense and high spiritual hymns 
Leaves in debt my wretched limbs.