"If there is a heaven upon earth, it
   is this, it
   is this, it
       is this."
       Trees? Is it this?
           It is not trees
           That the protagonist of the piece sees.
               As always is the case. 
   It is not this:
       It is the essence of a place
           That is not here. 

A heaven of air? With horses to ride,
   Dogs to slip,
   Dogs to slip,
       Dogs to
       Slip-and swords to-
           Draw? Yes. The great
           Material gorgeousness of man's state. 
                   When supernatural

Good elects to
   Be more than a fiction in all
       That's known as fact.