From “Paradise Lost,” Book VII.
  “LET there be light,” God said; and forthwith Light
Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure,
Sprung from the deep; and from her native east
To journey through the aery gloom began,
Sphered in a radiant cloud, for yet...

  SAY, from what golden quivers of the sky
      Do all thy wingèd arrows fly?
      Swiftness and Power by birth are thine:
From thy great sire they came, thy sire, the Word Divine.

  Thou in the Moon’s bright chariot, proud and gay,
      Dost thy...