WHISPERS of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,With at times a half-dimm'd sadden'd far-off star,Appearing and disappearing.(Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,Some soul is passing over.)