Loud sport the dancers in the Dance of Death, rejoicing in carnage.
The hard dentant Hammers are lull'd by the flutes' lula lula,

The Mundane Shell

Harden'd Shadow

Then on the verge of Beulah he beheld his own Shadow,
A mournful form, double, hermaphroditic, male and female,
In one wonderful body

The nature of Infinity is this: That everything has its
Own Vortex

It is a cavernous Earth
Of labyrinthine intricacy, twenty-seven fold of Opaqueness

the little Seed,
The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the Gold-beetle, the wise Emmet

the tender Maggot, emblem of immortality

And every Moment has a Couch of gold for soft repose --
A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery --
And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah,

lull'd by the flutes' lula lula

lull'd by the flutes' lula lula

lull'd by the flutes' lula lula