O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
He is all fault who has no fault at all.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?