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In Heaven a spirit doth dwell	A
Whose heart strings are a lute	B
None sing so wildly well	A
As the angel Israfel	A
And the giddy Stars so legends tell	A
Ceasing their hymns attend the spell	A
Of his voice all mute	B
	-
Tottering above	C
In her highest noon	D
The enamoured Moon	D
Blushes with love	C
While to listen the red levin	E
With the rapid Pleiads even	E
Which were seven	F
Pauses in Heaven	F
	-
And they say the starry choir	G
And the other listening things	H
That Israfeli's fire	G
Is owing to that lyre	I
By which he sits and sings	H
The trembling living wire	G
Of those unusual strings	H
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But the skies that angel trod	J
Where deep thoughts are a duty	K
Where Love's a grow up God	J
Where the Houri glances are	L
Imbued with all the beauty	K
Which we worship in a star	L
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Therefore thou art not wrong	M
Israfeli who despisest	K
An unimpassioned song	M
To thee the laurels belong	M
Best bard because the wisest	K
Merrily live and long	M
	-
The ecstasies above	C
With thy burning measures suit	K
Thy grief thy joy thy hate thy love	C
With the fervor of thy lute	K
Well may the stars be mute	K
	-
Yes Heaven is thine but this	N
Is a world of sweets and sours	O
Our flowers are merely flowers	O
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss	N
Is the sunshine of ours	O
	-
If I could dwell	A
Where Israfel	A
Hath dwelt and he where I	P
He might not sing so wildly well	A
A mortal melody	K
While a bolder note than this might swell	A
From my lyre within the sky	P

Edgar Allan Poe

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