Practice Typing

I ended, and therewith a song most sweet Rang through the spheres; and Holy, holy, holy, Accordant with the rest my lady sang. And as a sleep is broken and dispersd Through sharp encounter of the nimble light, With the eyes spirit running forth to meet The ray, from membrane on to the membrane urgd; And the upstartled wight loathes that he sees; So, at his sudden waking, he misdeems Of all around him, till assurance waits On better judgment.