How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings
Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night,
At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down
Of Darkness Till It Smil'd!
How sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smil'd!
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Comus, Line 249
