Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.