Above the walls of Heav’n, begun to sound;
All Æther took the Blast, and Hell beneath
Spoke with Celestial Noise; th’ Almighty Host
Hot with pursuit, and reaking with the Blood
Of guilty Cherubs smear’d in sulphurous Dust,
Pause at the known command of sounding Gold;
And first they close the wide Tartarian Gates,
Th’ impenetrable Folds on Brazen Hinge
Rowl creaking horrible; the Din beneath
O’ercomes the Roar of Flames, and deafens Hell.