 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
So lifting Cædmon, his transported looks
From lowly sod, attunes his Saxon notes;
To that celestial Choir, he him-seemeth to hear
Above, of Angels in the holy height:
Singing to golden harps resounding strings.
From lowly sod, attunes his Saxon notes;
To that celestial Choir, he him-seemeth to hear
Above, of Angels in the holy height:
Singing to golden harps resounding strings.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |