Tuesday, November 30, 2010

"O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams- that bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere."

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide;
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

-Paradise Lost

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