Chapter LXIX

I never lik’d the world so well,
It never seem’d so dear:
For I beheld it, as I fell,
And bless’d the little sphere.
And now I breathed the air again,
And felt ’twas native breath;
And I long’d to speak once more to men,
And tell them what is death:
But I was high in the sky-vault yet,
And slow I sunk, and slower:
Oh, how I long’d my foot to set
On the dear green Earth once more!