970 975 To whom Satan, turning boldly, thus : “ Ye Powers, Wandering this darksome desert, as my way Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek “ Possesses lately, thither to arrive Directed, no mean recompense it brings “ To her original darkness, and your sway; “Erect the standard there of ancient Night : Thus Satan; and him thus the Anarch old, With faltering speech, and visage incompos'd, “ That mighty leading angel, who of late Keep residence; if all I can will serve 1000 “ That little which is left so to defend, “ Encroach'd on still through your intestine broils “Now lately heaven and earth, another world, 1003“ Hung o'er my realm, link'd in a golden chain 1010 “ To that side heaven from whence your legions fell. He ceas'd ; and Satan staid not to reply, Into the wild expanse ; and, through the shock 1015 Of fighting elements, on all sides round Environ'd, wins his way: harder beset, Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunn'd So he with difficulty and labour hard Strange alteration ! Sin and Death amain 1025 Following his track, -such was the will of Heav'n, Pav'd after him a broad and beaten way From hell continued, reaching the utmost orb With easy intercourse, pass to and fro But now at last the sacred influence Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night As from her outmost works, a broken foe, 1040 With tumult less, and with less hostile din ; That Satan with less toil, and now with ease, a a Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn; 1045 Or in the emptier waste resembling air Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold With opal towers and battlements adorn'd 1050 Of living sapphire, once his native seat ! And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, Thither, full fraught with mischievous revenge, 1055 Accurs'd, and in a cursed hour, he hies. |