The planetary sisters all
   Join in the fatal song,
And weep this hapless brother’s fall,
   Who sang with them so long.

But deepest of the choral band
   The Lunar Spirit sings,
And with a bass-according hand
   Sweeps all her sullen strings.

From the deep chambers of the dome
   Where sleepless Uriel lies,
His rude harmonic thunders come
   Mingled with mighty sighs.

The thousand car-borne cherubim,
   The wandering eleven,
All join to chant the dirge of him
   Who fell just now from Heaven.