...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper: angels say, Sister spirit, come away!...draws my breath! Tell me, my Soul! can this be death? The world recedes - it disappears; Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring; Lend,...

...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away....quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul! can this be Death? As the poem doesn't make me nauseated,...