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 impenetrable，
Some soul is passing over.）