Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. 900 For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Levied to side with warring winds, and poise Their lighter wings. To whom these most adhere, He rules a moment: Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils the fray, By which he reigns: Chance governs all. Next him, high arbiter, 905 910 915 The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave, 920 J25 The steadfast earth. At last his sail-broad vans Audacious; but, that seat soon failing, meets Fluttering his pennons vain, plumb down he drops 930 Ten thousand fathom deep; and to this hour 935 940 945 O'er bog, or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. 950 At length a universal hubbub wild Of stunning sounds and voices all confused, Borne through the hollow dark, assaults his ear Or Spirit of the nethermost abyss 955 Might in that noise reside, of whom to ask Which way the nearest coast of darkness lies Bordering on light; when straight behold the throne Of Chaos, and his dark pavilion spread 960 Wide on the wasteful deep; with him enthroned Sat sable-vested Night, eldest of things, The consort of his reign; and by them stood Of Demogorgon; Rumour next and Chance, 965 And Tumult and Confusion all embroil'd, And Discord with a thousand various mouths. To whom Satan turning boldly, thus: Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss, Chaos and ancient Night! I come no spy, 970 With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm: but, by constraint 975 What readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds Confine with Heaven; or if some other place, From your dominion won, the ethereal King 980 I travel this profound; direct my course; 985 Answer'd: I know thee, stranger, who thou art, 990 That mighty leading Angel, who of late Made head against Heaven's King, though overthrown I saw and heard; for such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep, With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded; and Heaven gates Pursuing. I upon my frontiers here Pour'd out by millions her victorious bands Keep residence; if all I can will serve 995 1000 1005 Encroach'd on still through your intestine broils He ceased; and Satan staid not to reply, But, glad that now his sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity, and force renew'd, Springs upward, like a pyramid of fire, 1010 Into the wide expanse; and, through the shock Of fighting elements, on all sides round 1015 1020 But, he once pass'd, soon after, when man fell, Following his track, such was the will of Heaven, Paved after him a broad and beaten way 1026 Over the dark abyss, whose boiling gulf Tamely endured a bridge of wondrous length, From Hell continued, reaching the utmost orb Of this frail world; by which the Spirits perverse With easy intercourse pass to and fro 1031 To tempt or punish mortals, except whom God and good Angels guard by special grace. But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and from the walls of Heaven 1035 Shoots far into the bosom of dim night A glimmering dawn; Here Nature first begins Her furthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less, and with less hostile din; 1040 That Satan with less toil, and now with ease, And, like a weather-beaten vessel, holds Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn; 1045 Far off the empyreal Heaven, extended wide In circuit, undetermined square or round, 1050 Of smallest magnitude close by the moon. Thither, full fraught with mischievous revenge, 1055 5 * |