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.