Souls of Poets dead and gone What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.friedrich von schiller
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.john milton
The virtuous are then conveyed to Swarga or Elysium , whilst the wicked are driven to the different regions of Naraka or Tartarus .
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.