For twenty summers he met strong resistance and strange

Convulsions.

He heard voices in air ,  soft murmur in the Wind: 

Music of the spheres  in the dreams ;  and noises loud

In  Wakening .He  wormed himself anew everyday.

He could sing in sleep and dance in air with light feet ;

Still he found himself standing upright.

He could fly from East to West in a wink,

Touch the  bright moon  with his hands.

He could see Venus and make her less shining

With his glittering eyes. He was more burning than the sun;

Oft times ;his sighs more fierce than the winds and his vows-

More sounding than the  mighty Jove.

But he could not stop loving himself and-

He died.