At a solemn music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heave´n´s joy,
 Sphere- born harmoniouos sisters, Voice and Verse,
 Wed your divine sounds; and  mix´d power employ
 Dead things with inbreath´d sense able to pierce;
 And to our high rais´d phantasy present
 That undisturbed song of pure concert,
 Aye sung before the sapphire- colour throne
To him that sits thereon
Whit saintly shout, and solemn jubilee:
Where the brigth seraphin in burning row
Their loud up-lifted angel trumpets blow,
And the cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their inmortal harps or golden wires,
With those just spirits that wears victorious palms
Hymn Devout, and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
That we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer thar melodious noise
As once we did, till disproportion´d sin
Jarr´d against nature´s chime and whith harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures mede
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway´d
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song
And keep in time with Hev´n. Till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.



MILTON