Mist Milton

…man he made and for him built

Magnificent this world, and earth his seat,

Him lord pronounced; and, Oh indignity!

Subjected to his service angel-wings,

And flaming ministers to watch and tend

Their earthy charge: Of these the vigilance

I dread; and, to elude, thus wrapped in mist

Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and pry

In every bush and brake, where hap may find

The serpent sleeping; in whose mazy folds

To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.


Paradise Lost, John Milton