Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star Appearing and disappearing (Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth; On the frontiers to eyes impenеtrable Some soul is passing over.)