Or in thick shade retir'd, from him to draw
What further would be learn'd. Live while ye may, Yet happy pair; enjoy, till I return,
Short pleasures, for long woes are to succeed. So saying, his proud step he scornful turn'd, But with sly circumspection, and began
Through wood, through waste, o'er hill, o'er dale hi
Meanwhile in utmost longitude, where heav'n With earth and ocean meets, the setting sun Slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise Levell❜d his evening rays: it was a rock Of alabaster, pil'd up to the clouds, Conspicuous far, winding with one ascent Accessible from earth, one entrance high; The rest was craggy cliff, that overhung Still as it rose, impossible to climb. Betwixt these rocky pillars Gabriel sat, Chief of the angelic guards, awaiting night: About him exercis'd heroic games
Th' unarm'd youth of heav'n but nigh at hand Celestial armoury, shields, helms, and spears, Hung high with diamond flaming, and with gold. Thither came Uriel, gliding through the even On a sun-beam, swift as a shooting star
In autumn thwarts the night, when vapours fir'd Impress the air, and shows the mariner From what point of his compass to beware Impetuous winds: he thus began in haste: Gabriel, to thee thy course by lot hath given Charge and strict watch, that to this happy place No evil thing approach or enter in.
This day at height of noon came to my sphere A spirit, zealous, as he seem'd, to know More of th' Almighty's works, and chiefly man, God's latest image: I describ'd his way Bent all on speed, and mark'd his airy gait; But in the mount that lies from Eden north.
Where he first lighted, soon discern'd his looks Alien from heav'n, with passions foul obscur'd: Mine eye pursu'd him still, but under shade Lost sight of him one of the banish'd crew, I fear, hath ventur'd from the deep, to raise New troubles; him thy care must be to find.
To whom the winged warrior thus return'd: Uriel, no wonder if thy perfect sight, Amid the sun's bright circle where thou sit'st, See far and wide: in at this gate none pass The vigilance here plac'd, but such as come Well known from heav'n; and since meridian hour No creature thence: if spirit of other sort, So minded, have o'er-leap'd these earthly bounds On purpose, hard thou know'st it to exclude Spiritual substance with corporeal bar : But if within the circuit of these walks, In whatsoever shape he lurk, of whom Thou tell'st, by morrow dawning I shall know. So promis'd he; and Uriel to his charge Return'd on that bright beam, whose point now rais'd Bore him slope downward to the sun now fall'n Beneath th' Azores; whether the prime orb, Incredible how swift, had thither roll'd Diurnal, or this less voluble earth,
By shorter flight to th' east, had left him there Arraying with reflected purple and gold The clouds that on his western throne attend. Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung, Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. When Adam thus to Eve: Fair consort, th' hour Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest, Mind us of like repose, since God hath set Labour and rest, as day and night, to men Successive; and the timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eye-lids: other creatures all day long Rove idle unemploy'd, and less need rest; Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of heav'n on all his While other animals unactive range, And of their doings God takes no account. To-morrow ere fresh morning streak the east With first approach of light, we must be risen, And at our pleasant labour, to reform Yon flow'ry arbours, yonder alleys green, Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown, That mock our scant manuring, and require More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth; Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums, That lie bestrown unsightly and unsmooth, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease; Meanwhile, as Nature wills, night bids us rest.
To whom thus Eve with perfect beauty adorn'd: My author and disposer, what thou bidst Unargued I obey; so God ordains;
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft show'rs; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild; then silent night.
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train; But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flow'r, Glist'ring with dew; nor fragrance after showers: Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet; But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes? To whom our general ancestor reply'd: Daughter of God and man, accomplish'd Eve, These have their course to finish round the earth, By morrow evening, and from land to land In order, though to nations yet unborn, Minist'ring light prepar'd they set and rise; Lest total darkness should by night regain Her old possession, and extinguish life In nature and all things, which these soft fires Not only enlighten, but with kindly heat Of various influence foment and warm, Temper or nourish, or in part shed down Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow On earth, made hereby apter to receive Perfection from the sun's more potent ray. These then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not in vain; nor think, though men were none That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise; Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep; All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night: how often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or reponsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator? oft in bands
While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk With heav'nly touch of instrumenal sounds
In full harmonic number join'd, their songs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to heav'n. Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass'd On to their blissful bow'r! it was a place Chos'n by the sov'reign Planter, when he fram'd All things to man's delightful use; the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub Fenc'd up
the verdant wall; each beauteous flow'r, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine,
Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought
Mossaic; under foot the violet,
Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay
Broider'd the ground, more colour'd than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here, Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man. In shadier bower More sacred and sequester'd, though but feign'd, Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph, Nor Faunus haunted. Here in close recess With flowers, garlands, and sweet smelling herbs, Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed, And heav'nly choirs the hymenæan sung, What day the genial angels to our sire Brought her in naked beauty; more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora, whom the gods Endow'd with all their gifts, and O too like In sad event, when to th' unwiser son
Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnar'd Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd. On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire.
Thus at their shady lodge arriv'd, both stood, Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heav'n, Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole: Thou also mad'st the night,
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