"O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God Of this new World; at whose sight all the Stars Hide their diminisht heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere. Always gives me shivers.
I'm feeling William Blake's reponse so far: "[Milton] was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it]." Satan certainly seems most poetic and reasonable, even if he's in the wrong.
Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God
Of this new World; at whose sight all the Stars
Hide their diminisht heads; to thee I call,
But with no friendly voice, and add thy name
O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell, how glorious once above thy Sphere.
Always gives me shivers.