And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axle-tree could bear.
ATTRIBUTION:
John Milton (16081674), British poet. On the Morning of Christs Nativity (l. 4956). . .
The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.