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*A song about the Angel Israfel.*

lyrics

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
No Angel so bright, as our Lord Israfel
His voice is a lute and -as legends tell-
Stars’ ceasing their hymns, attending his spell

And they say
He’s owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt, and he where I
His mortal melodies would fade, and the song of my lyre would flood the sky

But these pale skies that Angels trod
Where thoughts are duties
And Love’s grown up God
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with the beauty we see in a star

And they say
He’s owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings

If I could dwell where Israfel hath dwelt, and he where I
His mortal melodies would fade, and the song of my lyre would flood the sky

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