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Silent I sat dejected and alone	A
Making in thought the public woes my own	A
When first arose the image in my breast	B
Of England's sufferings by that scourge the pest	B
How death his fun'ral torch and scythe in hand	C
Ent'ring the lordliest mansions of the land	C
Has laid the gem illumin'd palace low	D
And level'd tribes of Nobles at a blow	D
I next deplor'd the famed fraternal pair	E
Too soon to ashes turn'd and empty air	E
The Heroes next whom snatch'd into the skies	F
All Belgia saw and follow'd with her sighs	F
But Thee far most I mourn'd regretted most	G
Winton's chief shepherd and her worthiest boast	G
Pour'd out in tears I thus complaining said	H
Death next in pow'r to Him who rules the Dead	H
Is't not enough that all the woodlands yield	I
To thy fell force and ev'ry verdant field	I
That lilies at one noisome blast of thine	J
And ev'n the Cyprian Queen's own roses pine	J
That oaks themselves although the running rill	K
Suckle their roots must wither at thy will	K
That all the winged nations even those	L
Whose heav'n directed flight the Future shows	L
And all the beasts that in dark forests stray	M
And all the herds of Proteus are thy prey	M
Ah envious arm'd with pow'rs so unconfined	N
Why stain thy hands with blood of Human kind	N
Why take delight with darts that never roam	O
To chase a heav'n born spirit from her home	O
While thus I mourn'd the star of evening stood	P
Now newly ris'n above the western flood	Q
And Phoebus from his morning goal again	R
Had reach'd the gulphs of the Iberian main	S
I wish'd repose and on my couch reclined	N
Took early rest to night and sleep resign'd	N
When Oh for words to paint what I beheld	N
I seem'd to wander in a spacious field	N
Where all the champain glow'd with purple light	N
Like that of sun rise on the mountain height	N
Flow'rs over all the field of ev'ry hue	T
That ever Iris wore luxuriant grew	T
Nor Chloris with whom amtrous Zephyrs play	M
E'er dress'd Alcinous' gardens half so gay	M
A silver current like the Tagus roll'd	N
O'er golden sands but sands of purer gold	N
With dewy airs Favonius fann'd the flow'rs	L
With airs awaken'd under rosy bow'rs	L
Such poets feign irradiated all o'er	U
The sun's abode on India's utmost shore	V
While I that splendour and the mingled shade	N
Of fruitful vines with wonder fixt survey'd	N
At once with looks that beam'd celestial grace	L
The Seer of Winton stood before my face	L
His snowy vesture's hem descending low	D
His golden sandals swept and pure as snow	D
New fallen shone the mitre on his brow	W
Where'er he trod a tremulous sweet sound	N
Of gladness shook the flow'ry scene around	N
Attendant angels clap their starry wings	L
The trumpet shakes the sky all aether rings	L
Each chaunts his welcome folds him to his breast	N
And thus a sweeter voice than all the rest	N
Ascend my son thy Father's kingdom share	E
My son henceforth be free'd from ev'ry care	E
So spake the voice and at its tender close	L
With psaltry's sound th'Angelic band arose	L
Then night retired and chased by dawning day	M
The visionary bliss pass'd all away	M
I mourn'd my banish'd sleep with fond concern	X
Frequent to me may dreams like this return	X

John Milton

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