| Spirits in wings, a thousand seraphs bursted
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| Dark flames still hovering on their baneful flight
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| Death in all but the putrid breath that fell
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| Refracted, through thy bounds, afar
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| O Death! |
| from the eye of Satan upon that star!
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| Sweet was that error — Better still than breath —
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| Sweet was that error — Sweeter still than death —
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| And there, O may my spirit dwell!
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| Beside your limbs & yet how far from the shell
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| For each star is fatal there
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| And looks so desperately afflicted
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| Like a thousand poisons, every blaze
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| Shines upon my eyes and afflicted heart
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| Away, Away!
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| — To distant spheres, I rode
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| And late to ours, the favored one of God
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| But now, the ruler of an infested realm
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| Incense and high spiritual hymns
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| Leaves in debt my wretched limbs |