1 Soul Of My Body! What A Death For Such A Day Of Envious Gloom, Unbroken Passion Of The Sky! As If The Pure, Kind-Hearted Breath Of Some Soft Power, Ever Nigh, Had, Cleaving In The Bitter Sheath, Burst From Its Grave A Gorgeous Bloom. 2 The Majesty Of Clouds That Swarm. Expanding In A Furious Length Of Molten-Metal Petals, Flows Unutterable, And Where The Warm, Full Fire Is Centered, Swims And Glows The Evening Star Fresh-Faced With Strength, A Shimmering Rain-Drop Of The Storm.