Lifts us so high above the ground
That we disdain terrestrial things,
And scale Olympus while he sings.
Among the bards who mount the skies
Whoe’er to such a height could rise
As Milton? he, to whom ’twas given
To plunge to Hell, and mount to Heaven.
How few like thee—my soul’s delight!
Can follow him in every flight?
La Mancha’s knight, on gloomy day,