John Milton

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam read more

There does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.