I went to heaven, -
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society
(Gracias a Nyman por esta letra)