Paradise Lost

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  Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
  Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
  Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
  With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
  Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
  Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
  Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
  That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
  In the beginning how the heavens and earth
  Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
  Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flowed
  Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
  Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
  That with no middle flight intends to soar
  Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues
  Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
  And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
  Before all temples th' upright heart and pure,
  Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first
  Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
  Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss,
  And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark
  Illumine, what is low raise and support;
  That, to the height of this great argument,
  I may assert Eternal Providence,
  And justify the ways of God to men.