John Milton

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless read more

A crown
Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns,
Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights
To him who wears the regal diadem.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second read more

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.