Here at least
Here at least
We shall be free
At least
The fellows of his crime,
The followers rather
The work done praise and
Some the architect
Yet faithfulhow they stood
Their glory withered
Wide womb of
Uncreated night
Milton in first stanza says muse / Holy Spirit
Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast abyss
And mad’st it pregnant
When the Ángels hear Satan’s voice right after falling
Up they spring upon the wing when
Men won’t to watch on duty, sleeping found by whom they dread
Ángels are
Entra….
Attention held
Entranced
Attention held them mute