Caught from far sounding avenues, a name
Like mine, breathed in the tones affection hears
Swelling so sweetly on the earth the same,
Though lowly laid in flowers, the lips from whence they came.
My brain reeled with repletion, and no more,
Through such celestial scenes, and thus to be
Clothed with mortality, could I explore.
Fading, still fading slowly, I could see
The rolling prairie-land of Poesy,
Blooming with stars, and eastwardly a light,