O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, <br /> O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity, <br /> God-gifted organ-voice of England, <br /> Milton, a name to resound for ages; <br /> Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, <br /> Starr'd from Jehovah's gorgeous armouries, <br /> Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean <br /> Rings to the roar of an angel onset-- <br /> Me rather all that bowery loneliness, <br /> The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring, <br /> And bloom profuse and cedar arches <br /> Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, <br /> Where some refulgent sunset of India <br /> Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, <br /> And crimson-hued the stately palm-woods <br /> Whisper in odorous heights of even.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milton-alcaics-2/
