Gliding meteorous, as evening mist Risen from a river o'er the marish glides, They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, 638 635 640 Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon, |
Gliding meteorous, as evening mist Risen from a river o'er the marish glides, They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, 638 635 640 Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon, |