Singing softly a song to a deep golden lute;
The pole-star, the seven little planets and I
To the song that he sang listened mute,
For the song that he sang was so strange and so sweet,
And so tender the tones of his lute’s golden strings,
That the seraphs of heaven sat hush’d at his feet
And folded their heads in their wings.
And the song that he sang to the seraphs up there
Is called ‘Love’! But the words ... I had heard them elsewhere.
“For when I was last in the nethermost Hell,