SATAN UNREPENTANTLost from thosearchangelic thrones that star,Fadeless and fixed, heaven’s light of azure bliss;Rejected of His splendour and depressedBeyond the birth of the first sun, and lowerThan the last star’s decline, I here endure,Abased, majestic, fallen, beautiful,And unregretful in the doubted dark,Throneless, that greatens chaos-ward, albeitFrom chanting stars that throng the nave of nightLost echoes wander here, and of his praise,With ringing moons for cymbals dinned afar,And shouted from the flaming mouths of suns.The shadows of impalpable blank deeps—Deep upon deep accumulate—close down,Around my head concentered, while above,In the lit, loftier blue, star after starSpins endless orbits betwixt me and heaven;And at my feet mysterious Chaos breaks,Abrupt, immeasurable. Round His throneNow throbs the rhythmic resonance of suns,Incessant, perfect, music infinite:I, throneless, hear the discords of the dark,And roar of ruin uncreate, than whichSome vast cacophony of dragons, heardIn wasted worlds, werepurer melody.The universe His tyranny constrainsTurns on: In old and consummated gulfsThe stars that wield His judgment wait at hand,Andin new deeps Apocalyptic sunsPrepare His coming: Lo, His mighty whimTo rear and mar, goes forth enormouslyIn nights and constellations! Darkness hearsEnragèd suns that bellow down the deepGod’s ravenous and insatiable will;And He is strong with change, and rideth forthIn whirlwind clothed, with thunders and with doom,To the red stars: God’s throne is reared of change;Its myriad and successive hands supportLike music His omnipotence, that failsIf mercy or if justice interruptThe sequence of that tyranny, begunUpon injustice, and doomed evermoreTo stand thereby.I, who with will not lessThan His, but lesser strength, opposed to HimThis unsubmissive brow and lifted mind,He holds remote, in nullity and nightDoubtful between old Chaos and the deepsBetrayed by Time to vassalage. MethinksAll tyrants fear whom they may not destroy,And I, that am of essence one with His,Though less in measure, He may not destroy,And but withstands in gulfs of dark suspense,A secret dread forever: For God knowsThis quiet will irrevocably setAgainst His own, and this mine old revoltYet stubborn, and confirmed eternally.And with the hatred born of fear, and fedEver thereby, God hates me, and His gazeSees the bright menace of mine eyes afar,Through midnight, and the innumerable blazeOf servile suns: Lo, strong in tyranny,The despot trembles that I stand opposed!For fain am I to hush the anguished criesOf Substance, broken on the racks of change,Of Matter tortured into life; and God,Knowing this, dreads evermore some huge mishap—That in the vigils of Omnipotence,Once careless, I shall enter heaven, or He,Himself, with weight of some unwonted act,Thoughtless perturb His balanced tyranny,To mine advance of watchful aspiration.With rumored thunder and enormous groan—(Burden of sound that heavens overborneLet slip from deep to deep, even to this,Where climb the huge cacophonies of Chaos)God’s universe moves on. Confirmed in pride,In patient majesty serene and strong,I wait the dreamt, inevitable hour,Fulfilled of orbits ultimate, when God,Whether through His mischance or mine own deed,Or rise of other and extremer Strength,Shall vanish, and the lightened universeNo more remember Him than Silence doesAn ancient thunder. I know not if these,Mine all-indomitable eyes, shall seeA maimed and dwindled Godhead cast amongThe stars of His creating, and beneathThe unnumbered rush of swift and shining feet,Trodden into night; or mark the fiery breathOf His infuriate suns blaze forth uponAnd scorch that coarsened Essence; or His flame,Drawn through the windy halls of nothingness,A mightier comet, roar and redden down,Portentous unto Chaos. I but wait,In strong majestic patience equable,That hour of consummation and of doom,Of justice, and rebellion justified.
Lost from thosearchangelic thrones that star,Fadeless and fixed, heaven’s light of azure bliss;Rejected of His splendour and depressedBeyond the birth of the first sun, and lowerThan the last star’s decline, I here endure,Abased, majestic, fallen, beautiful,And unregretful in the doubted dark,Throneless, that greatens chaos-ward, albeitFrom chanting stars that throng the nave of nightLost echoes wander here, and of his praise,With ringing moons for cymbals dinned afar,And shouted from the flaming mouths of suns.The shadows of impalpable blank deeps—Deep upon deep accumulate—close down,Around my head concentered, while above,In the lit, loftier blue, star after starSpins endless orbits betwixt me and heaven;And at my feet mysterious Chaos breaks,Abrupt, immeasurable. Round His throneNow throbs the rhythmic resonance of suns,Incessant, perfect, music infinite:I, throneless, hear the discords of the dark,And roar of ruin uncreate, than whichSome vast cacophony of dragons, heardIn wasted worlds, werepurer melody.The universe His tyranny constrainsTurns on: In old and consummated gulfsThe stars that wield His judgment wait at hand,Andin new deeps Apocalyptic sunsPrepare His coming: Lo, His mighty whimTo rear and mar, goes forth enormouslyIn nights and constellations! Darkness hearsEnragèd suns that bellow down the deepGod’s ravenous and insatiable will;And He is strong with change, and rideth forthIn whirlwind clothed, with thunders and with doom,To the red stars: God’s throne is reared of change;Its myriad and successive hands supportLike music His omnipotence, that failsIf mercy or if justice interruptThe sequence of that tyranny, begunUpon injustice, and doomed evermoreTo stand thereby.I, who with will not lessThan His, but lesser strength, opposed to HimThis unsubmissive brow and lifted mind,He holds remote, in nullity and nightDoubtful between old Chaos and the deepsBetrayed by Time to vassalage. MethinksAll tyrants fear whom they may not destroy,And I, that am of essence one with His,Though less in measure, He may not destroy,And but withstands in gulfs of dark suspense,A secret dread forever: For God knowsThis quiet will irrevocably setAgainst His own, and this mine old revoltYet stubborn, and confirmed eternally.And with the hatred born of fear, and fedEver thereby, God hates me, and His gazeSees the bright menace of mine eyes afar,Through midnight, and the innumerable blazeOf servile suns: Lo, strong in tyranny,The despot trembles that I stand opposed!For fain am I to hush the anguished criesOf Substance, broken on the racks of change,Of Matter tortured into life; and God,Knowing this, dreads evermore some huge mishap—That in the vigils of Omnipotence,Once careless, I shall enter heaven, or He,Himself, with weight of some unwonted act,Thoughtless perturb His balanced tyranny,To mine advance of watchful aspiration.With rumored thunder and enormous groan—(Burden of sound that heavens overborneLet slip from deep to deep, even to this,Where climb the huge cacophonies of Chaos)God’s universe moves on. Confirmed in pride,In patient majesty serene and strong,I wait the dreamt, inevitable hour,Fulfilled of orbits ultimate, when God,Whether through His mischance or mine own deed,Or rise of other and extremer Strength,Shall vanish, and the lightened universeNo more remember Him than Silence doesAn ancient thunder. I know not if these,Mine all-indomitable eyes, shall seeA maimed and dwindled Godhead cast amongThe stars of His creating, and beneathThe unnumbered rush of swift and shining feet,Trodden into night; or mark the fiery breathOf His infuriate suns blaze forth uponAnd scorch that coarsened Essence; or His flame,Drawn through the windy halls of nothingness,A mightier comet, roar and redden down,Portentous unto Chaos. I but wait,In strong majestic patience equable,That hour of consummation and of doom,Of justice, and rebellion justified.
Lost from thosearchangelic thrones that star,Fadeless and fixed, heaven’s light of azure bliss;Rejected of His splendour and depressedBeyond the birth of the first sun, and lowerThan the last star’s decline, I here endure,Abased, majestic, fallen, beautiful,And unregretful in the doubted dark,Throneless, that greatens chaos-ward, albeitFrom chanting stars that throng the nave of nightLost echoes wander here, and of his praise,With ringing moons for cymbals dinned afar,And shouted from the flaming mouths of suns.The shadows of impalpable blank deeps—Deep upon deep accumulate—close down,Around my head concentered, while above,In the lit, loftier blue, star after starSpins endless orbits betwixt me and heaven;And at my feet mysterious Chaos breaks,Abrupt, immeasurable. Round His throneNow throbs the rhythmic resonance of suns,Incessant, perfect, music infinite:I, throneless, hear the discords of the dark,And roar of ruin uncreate, than whichSome vast cacophony of dragons, heardIn wasted worlds, werepurer melody.The universe His tyranny constrainsTurns on: In old and consummated gulfsThe stars that wield His judgment wait at hand,Andin new deeps Apocalyptic sunsPrepare His coming: Lo, His mighty whimTo rear and mar, goes forth enormouslyIn nights and constellations! Darkness hearsEnragèd suns that bellow down the deepGod’s ravenous and insatiable will;And He is strong with change, and rideth forthIn whirlwind clothed, with thunders and with doom,To the red stars: God’s throne is reared of change;Its myriad and successive hands supportLike music His omnipotence, that failsIf mercy or if justice interruptThe sequence of that tyranny, begunUpon injustice, and doomed evermoreTo stand thereby.I, who with will not lessThan His, but lesser strength, opposed to HimThis unsubmissive brow and lifted mind,He holds remote, in nullity and nightDoubtful between old Chaos and the deepsBetrayed by Time to vassalage. MethinksAll tyrants fear whom they may not destroy,And I, that am of essence one with His,Though less in measure, He may not destroy,And but withstands in gulfs of dark suspense,A secret dread forever: For God knowsThis quiet will irrevocably setAgainst His own, and this mine old revoltYet stubborn, and confirmed eternally.And with the hatred born of fear, and fedEver thereby, God hates me, and His gazeSees the bright menace of mine eyes afar,Through midnight, and the innumerable blazeOf servile suns: Lo, strong in tyranny,The despot trembles that I stand opposed!For fain am I to hush the anguished criesOf Substance, broken on the racks of change,Of Matter tortured into life; and God,Knowing this, dreads evermore some huge mishap—That in the vigils of Omnipotence,Once careless, I shall enter heaven, or He,Himself, with weight of some unwonted act,Thoughtless perturb His balanced tyranny,To mine advance of watchful aspiration.With rumored thunder and enormous groan—(Burden of sound that heavens overborneLet slip from deep to deep, even to this,Where climb the huge cacophonies of Chaos)God’s universe moves on. Confirmed in pride,In patient majesty serene and strong,I wait the dreamt, inevitable hour,Fulfilled of orbits ultimate, when God,Whether through His mischance or mine own deed,Or rise of other and extremer Strength,Shall vanish, and the lightened universeNo more remember Him than Silence doesAn ancient thunder. I know not if these,Mine all-indomitable eyes, shall seeA maimed and dwindled Godhead cast amongThe stars of His creating, and beneathThe unnumbered rush of swift and shining feet,Trodden into night; or mark the fiery breathOf His infuriate suns blaze forth uponAnd scorch that coarsened Essence; or His flame,Drawn through the windy halls of nothingness,A mightier comet, roar and redden down,Portentous unto Chaos. I but wait,In strong majestic patience equable,That hour of consummation and of doom,Of justice, and rebellion justified.
Lost from thosearchangelic thrones that star,Fadeless and fixed, heaven’s light of azure bliss;Rejected of His splendour and depressedBeyond the birth of the first sun, and lowerThan the last star’s decline, I here endure,Abased, majestic, fallen, beautiful,And unregretful in the doubted dark,Throneless, that greatens chaos-ward, albeitFrom chanting stars that throng the nave of nightLost echoes wander here, and of his praise,With ringing moons for cymbals dinned afar,And shouted from the flaming mouths of suns.
Lost from thosearchangelic thrones that star,
Fadeless and fixed, heaven’s light of azure bliss;
Rejected of His splendour and depressed
Beyond the birth of the first sun, and lower
Than the last star’s decline, I here endure,
Abased, majestic, fallen, beautiful,
And unregretful in the doubted dark,
Throneless, that greatens chaos-ward, albeit
From chanting stars that throng the nave of night
Lost echoes wander here, and of his praise,
With ringing moons for cymbals dinned afar,
And shouted from the flaming mouths of suns.
The shadows of impalpable blank deeps—Deep upon deep accumulate—close down,Around my head concentered, while above,In the lit, loftier blue, star after starSpins endless orbits betwixt me and heaven;And at my feet mysterious Chaos breaks,Abrupt, immeasurable. Round His throneNow throbs the rhythmic resonance of suns,Incessant, perfect, music infinite:I, throneless, hear the discords of the dark,And roar of ruin uncreate, than whichSome vast cacophony of dragons, heardIn wasted worlds, werepurer melody.
The shadows of impalpable blank deeps—
Deep upon deep accumulate—close down,
Around my head concentered, while above,
In the lit, loftier blue, star after star
Spins endless orbits betwixt me and heaven;
And at my feet mysterious Chaos breaks,
Abrupt, immeasurable. Round His throne
Now throbs the rhythmic resonance of suns,
Incessant, perfect, music infinite:
I, throneless, hear the discords of the dark,
And roar of ruin uncreate, than which
Some vast cacophony of dragons, heard
In wasted worlds, werepurer melody.
The universe His tyranny constrainsTurns on: In old and consummated gulfsThe stars that wield His judgment wait at hand,Andin new deeps Apocalyptic sunsPrepare His coming: Lo, His mighty whimTo rear and mar, goes forth enormouslyIn nights and constellations! Darkness hearsEnragèd suns that bellow down the deepGod’s ravenous and insatiable will;And He is strong with change, and rideth forthIn whirlwind clothed, with thunders and with doom,To the red stars: God’s throne is reared of change;Its myriad and successive hands supportLike music His omnipotence, that failsIf mercy or if justice interruptThe sequence of that tyranny, begunUpon injustice, and doomed evermoreTo stand thereby.
The universe His tyranny constrains
Turns on: In old and consummated gulfs
The stars that wield His judgment wait at hand,
Andin new deeps Apocalyptic suns
Prepare His coming: Lo, His mighty whim
To rear and mar, goes forth enormously
In nights and constellations! Darkness hears
Enragèd suns that bellow down the deep
God’s ravenous and insatiable will;
And He is strong with change, and rideth forth
In whirlwind clothed, with thunders and with doom,
To the red stars: God’s throne is reared of change;
Its myriad and successive hands support
Like music His omnipotence, that fails
If mercy or if justice interrupt
The sequence of that tyranny, begun
Upon injustice, and doomed evermore
To stand thereby.
I, who with will not lessThan His, but lesser strength, opposed to HimThis unsubmissive brow and lifted mind,He holds remote, in nullity and nightDoubtful between old Chaos and the deepsBetrayed by Time to vassalage. MethinksAll tyrants fear whom they may not destroy,And I, that am of essence one with His,Though less in measure, He may not destroy,And but withstands in gulfs of dark suspense,A secret dread forever: For God knowsThis quiet will irrevocably setAgainst His own, and this mine old revoltYet stubborn, and confirmed eternally.And with the hatred born of fear, and fedEver thereby, God hates me, and His gazeSees the bright menace of mine eyes afar,Through midnight, and the innumerable blazeOf servile suns: Lo, strong in tyranny,The despot trembles that I stand opposed!For fain am I to hush the anguished criesOf Substance, broken on the racks of change,Of Matter tortured into life; and God,Knowing this, dreads evermore some huge mishap—That in the vigils of Omnipotence,Once careless, I shall enter heaven, or He,Himself, with weight of some unwonted act,Thoughtless perturb His balanced tyranny,To mine advance of watchful aspiration.
I, who with will not less
Than His, but lesser strength, opposed to Him
This unsubmissive brow and lifted mind,
He holds remote, in nullity and night
Doubtful between old Chaos and the deeps
Betrayed by Time to vassalage. Methinks
All tyrants fear whom they may not destroy,
And I, that am of essence one with His,
Though less in measure, He may not destroy,
And but withstands in gulfs of dark suspense,
A secret dread forever: For God knows
This quiet will irrevocably set
Against His own, and this mine old revolt
Yet stubborn, and confirmed eternally.
And with the hatred born of fear, and fed
Ever thereby, God hates me, and His gaze
Sees the bright menace of mine eyes afar,
Through midnight, and the innumerable blaze
Of servile suns: Lo, strong in tyranny,
The despot trembles that I stand opposed!
For fain am I to hush the anguished cries
Of Substance, broken on the racks of change,
Of Matter tortured into life; and God,
Knowing this, dreads evermore some huge mishap—
That in the vigils of Omnipotence,
Once careless, I shall enter heaven, or He,
Himself, with weight of some unwonted act,
Thoughtless perturb His balanced tyranny,
To mine advance of watchful aspiration.
With rumored thunder and enormous groan—(Burden of sound that heavens overborneLet slip from deep to deep, even to this,Where climb the huge cacophonies of Chaos)God’s universe moves on. Confirmed in pride,In patient majesty serene and strong,I wait the dreamt, inevitable hour,Fulfilled of orbits ultimate, when God,Whether through His mischance or mine own deed,Or rise of other and extremer Strength,Shall vanish, and the lightened universeNo more remember Him than Silence doesAn ancient thunder. I know not if these,Mine all-indomitable eyes, shall seeA maimed and dwindled Godhead cast amongThe stars of His creating, and beneathThe unnumbered rush of swift and shining feet,Trodden into night; or mark the fiery breathOf His infuriate suns blaze forth uponAnd scorch that coarsened Essence; or His flame,Drawn through the windy halls of nothingness,A mightier comet, roar and redden down,Portentous unto Chaos. I but wait,In strong majestic patience equable,That hour of consummation and of doom,Of justice, and rebellion justified.
With rumored thunder and enormous groan—
(Burden of sound that heavens overborne
Let slip from deep to deep, even to this,
Where climb the huge cacophonies of Chaos)
God’s universe moves on. Confirmed in pride,
In patient majesty serene and strong,
I wait the dreamt, inevitable hour,
Fulfilled of orbits ultimate, when God,
Whether through His mischance or mine own deed,
Or rise of other and extremer Strength,
Shall vanish, and the lightened universe
No more remember Him than Silence does
An ancient thunder. I know not if these,
Mine all-indomitable eyes, shall see
A maimed and dwindled Godhead cast among
The stars of His creating, and beneath
The unnumbered rush of swift and shining feet,
Trodden into night; or mark the fiery breath
Of His infuriate suns blaze forth upon
And scorch that coarsened Essence; or His flame,
Drawn through the windy halls of nothingness,
A mightier comet, roar and redden down,
Portentous unto Chaos. I but wait,
In strong majestic patience equable,
That hour of consummation and of doom,
Of justice, and rebellion justified.