Far from this visible diurnal sphere, Immortal Spirit, it was thine to stray, And, bending towards the sun thy proud career, Dip thy white plumage in the font of Day; Time, marvelling at thy course, beheld thee leave His confines — overlook, with steadfast eye, The ungirdled regions of Eternity— And through the waste wide Emyprean cleave— Darting with sheer descent the caves amid Of Night chaotic, downwards to the abyss Of Death and Darkness, where the Furies hiss, And Hope from wretched souls is ever hid;— Heaven, Hell, and Earth thy theme — a scene of bliss The last, ere Sin the Elysian charm undid. DELTA.
