The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Tears such as angels weep.
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.