Behold a wohey but now who seemd
In bigo surpass Earths Giant Sons
Now less then smallest Dwarfs, in narrow room
Throng numberless, like that Pigmean Race [ 780 ]
Beyond the Indian Mount, or Faerie Elves,
Whose midnight Revels, by a Forrest side
Or Fountain some belated Peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while over-head the Moon
Sits Arbitress, and o the Earth [ 785 ]
Wheels her pale course, they on thir mirth and dance
I, with jousic charm his ear;
At oh joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Thus incorporeal Spirits to smallest forms
Reducd thir shapes immense, and were at large, [ 790 ]
Though without ill amidst the Hall
Of that infernal Court. But far within
And in thir own dimensions like themselves
The great Seraphic Lords and Cherubim
In close recess a clave sat [ 795 ]
A thousand Demy-Gods on goldes,
Frequent and full. After short silehen
And summons read, the great sult began.
The End of the First Book.