Did shroud unutterable things:
One, a fair angel, in the skies
Of whose serene, unshadowed eyes
Were seen the lights of Paradise.
To these, in turn, he gave the whole
Vast empire of his brooding soul;
Now, filled with strains of heavenly swell,
Now thrilled with awful tones of hell:
Wide were his being’s strange extremes,
’Twixt nether glooms, and Eden gleams