𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 [𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘]

𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯

WHISPERS of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,
Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,
Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human
tears?)

I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,
Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,
With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.

(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;
On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,
Some soul is passing over.)

walt whitman's whispers of heavenly death

for neil
love ophelia