Chapter 18 No.18

And I said, 'She is warmer than Dian:

She rolls through an ether of sighs,-

She revels in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the tears are not dry on

These cheeks, where the worm never dies,

And has come past the stars of the Lion:

To point us the path to the skies-

To the Lethean peace of the skies;

Come up in despite of