Fragment: Milton's Spirit.

A poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took
From life's green tree his Uranian lute;
And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook
All human things built in contempt of man, -
And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked,
Prisons and citadels...

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