I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took <br />From life's green tree his Uranian lute; <br />And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook <br />All human things built in contempt of man,-- <br />And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked, <br />Prisons and citadels...<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-milton-s-spirit/
