The hell within him, for within him hell
He brings, and round about him hell
One step no more than from himself can fly
By change of place: now conscience wakes despair
That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil be thou my good; by thee at least
Divided empire with heaven’s king I hold
By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign;
As man ere long, and this new world shall know.
his triumphant wheels
In progress through the road of heaven star-paved.
Wild above rule or art; enormous bliss.
Earth and the garden of God, with cedars crowned
Above all hills.
Till body up to spirit work, in bounds
… though what if earth
be but the shadow of heaven
By living streams among the trees of life
Unbarred the gates of light
Go Michael of celestial armies prince,
And thou in military prowess next
Gabriel, lead forth to battle these my sons
Invincible, lead forth my armed saints
By thousands and by millions ranged for fight;
Cancelled from heaven and sacred memory,
Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell.
But rattling storm of arrows barbed with fire
Light as the lightning glimpse they ran, they flew,
now all heaven
Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread,
to be heir
of all things, to be heir and to be king