Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells:

Fairest Of Stars, Last In The Train Of Night, If Better Thou Belong Not To The Dawn.

Lethe, The River Of Oblivion, Rolls His Watery Labyrinth, Which Whoso Drinks Forgets Both Joy And Grief.

But Peaceful Was The Night Wherein The Prince Of Light His Reign Of Peace Upon The Earth Began.

The Planets In Their Station List'ning Stood.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.