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