Poems (Botta)/Milton
For works with similar titles, see Milton.
SONNET.
MILTON.
Oh bard! what though upon thy mortal eyes There fell no glimmering ray of earthly light, And the deep shadow of eternal nightShut from thy gaze our lovely earth and skies,Yet was it to thy spirit’s vision given To gaze upon the splendors of that shore Eye had not seen, nor heart conceived before.Then didst thou, Poet Laureate of heaven, Sing of those courts and of that angel host,Of that majestic Spirit who in vainDared, warred, and fell, never to rise again, And of that Paradise so early lost,In strains “posterity shall not let die,”In “thoughts that wander through eternity.”