Let Us Descend Now Therefore From This

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

Come And Trip It As Ye Go On The Light Fantastic Toe.