Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Ethereal Guest at e'en an Outcast's Pillow -
Essential Host, in Life's faint, wailing Inn,
Later than Light thy Consciousness accost me
Till it depart, persuading Mine -
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I would like to translate this poem
What a fun write on air....with ending punch lines.....Usual Emily's great style- 10