but that be relative! on earth all be relative!
the notes fly in to the silent airs
the heavens immense where
reign sovereign Night and drear
I Poet Seer heard a crowds of naked angels clustering
and some the lute played, some the lyre, and some sing.
but drear persisted a black soul with it being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem