Sinister Resonance

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.