And I said — “She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs —
She revels in a region of sighs.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies —
To the Lethean peace of the skies —
Come up, in despite of the Lion, [sheet 3:]
To shine on us with her bright eyes —
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes.

— Edgar Allan Poe, “Ulalume — A Ballad”