Ye kings of suns and stars, Dæmons and Gods,
  Ethereal Dominations, who possess
  Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes
  Beyond Heaven's constellated wilderness:

A VOICE (from above)
  Our great Republic hears: we are blessed, and bless.

DEMOGORGON
  Ye happy dead, whom beams of brightest verse
  Are clouds to hide, not colors to portray,
  Whether your nature is that universe
  Which once ye saw and suffered--

A VOICE FROM BENEATH
  Or, as they
  Whom we have left, we change and pass away.

DEMOGORGON
  Ye elemental Genii, who have homes
  From man's high mind even to the central stone
  Of sullen lead; from Heaven's star-fretted domes
  To the dull weed some sea-worm battens on: