To still the aching
     from my ***** breaking
In each grisly leaf it wither, --
     by the cage the heron tether --
I mistook the form of a mien of lady
     in an oracle dream to fade he,
To fade -- to merely fade --
       onto the winged-sylphs they grayed --
So, to deepen the burning spirit
       lent it soar with a soul inherit
From the clasping
      Cherubim heart in grasping --
Grasping despite
      that heaven I respite, --
Respite the beaming of the orb
     the angels may absorb
And decorum, of a single token
     hung afar in the sky that's broken
So to be still in the evil,
      binds only onto that mortal devil
In a sepulcher enraptured
      as all my hopes within me captured
Within some dim Acheronian shore
      in the depth sea the Acheronian store --
Store a most beautiful belle
      I've ever kept in me ***** swell,
To palpitate my heart faster
     into some unfortunate disaster
In keeping, the shadow of fire,
      irradiating an ominous choir, --
A nightly lurking swan
     whom the waking angels wan
Their fiery plumes parching
     above the misted nimbus arching
The dim ray lighting down
    from the heaven whom now frown, --
Yet, to still the aching
      from my ***** breaking
For the most beautiful belle
     I've ever felt me ***** swell
To be still in the evil
     binds onto that mortal devil.