But you, should that be so,
May very well, I know,
May well
To me in hell

With recognising eyes
Look from your Paradise -
"God bless
Thy hopelessness!"

Call, holy soul, O call
The hosts angelical,
And say, -
"See, far away

"Lies one I saw on earth;
One stricken from his birth
With curse
Of destinate verse.

"What place doth He ye serve
For such sad spirit reserve, -
Given,
In dark lieu of Heaven,

"The impitiable Daemon,
Beauty, to adore and dream on,
To be
Perpetually