Israfel Clamma Dale, Rosalind Elias, Nancy Williams, Neil Rosenshein, John Reardon, & Donald Gramm

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel
And the giddy stars (so legends tell)
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute

Tottering above
In her highest noon
The enamored moon
Blushes with love
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings—
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings

But the skies that angel trod
Where deep thoughts are a duty—
Where Love's a grown-up God
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star