Classic Poem

Lost Paradise and Paradise Regained,
Sublime, sonorous, like that seven-fold
Sphere-music down the crystal heavens rolled
In solemn epic symphony deep-strained;
Not these, of lofty argument sustained,
The strenuous labor of the mighty-souled
Milton of Cromwell, have the charm to hold
My captive spirit goldenly enchained.
Rather that Milton of a gentler Age,
Inheriting the selfsame woodland note
Of him who turned it to the sweet bird's throat;
Not the blind Samson with the world at rage,
But he, the swain who by smooth-dittied song
Rescued the Lady from all fear of wrong.