To a Lady, LXIX

I never lik’d the world so well, It never seem’d so dear: For I beheld it, as I fell, And bless’d the little sphere. And now I breathed the air again, And felt ’twas native breath; And I long’d to speak once more to men, And tell them what is death: But I was high in the sky-vault yet, And slow I sunk, and slower: Oh, how I long’d my foot to set On the dear green Earth once more!