Milton

O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,

O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,

     God-gifted organ-voice of England,

          Milton, a name to resound for ages;

Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel,

Starr'd from Jehovah's gorgeous armouries,

     Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean

          Rings to the roar of an angel onset—

Me rather all that bowery loneliness,

The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring,

     And bloom profuse and cedar arches

          Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean,

Where some refulgent sunset of India

Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle,

     And crimson-hued the stately palm-woods

          Whisper in odorous heights of even.