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.
Milton (Alcaics)
written byAlfred Tennyson
© Alfred Tennyson





