On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion, swung the fiend Above the rolling ball, in cloud part screened, Where sinners hugged their specter of repose. Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those. And now upon his western wing he leaned, Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened, Now the black planet shadowed Artic snows. Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars With memory of the old revolt from Awe, He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIDOW MALONE by CHARLES JAMES LEVER THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOUD SILENCE by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST L'INDIFFERENT; WATTEAU; THE LOUVRE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |