Heaven of Hell

The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.

In Ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land

Men called him Mulciber; and how he fell

From Heav’n, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove

Sheer o’er the Crystal battlement: from morn

To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,

A summer’s day: and with the setting sun

Dropped from zenith like a fallling star,

On Lemnos th’ Aegean isle: thus they relate,

Erring; for he with his rebellious rout

Fell long before; nor aught availed him now

To have built in Heaven’s high tow’rs; nor did he ‘scape

By all his engines, but was headlong sent

With his industrious crew to build in Hell.