Till I espied thee, fair indeed and tall,
Under a platane; yet, methought, less fair,
Less winning soft, less amiably mild,

Than that smooth watery image: back I turn'd;
Thou following cry'dst aloud, "Return, fair Eve;
Whom fly'st thou ? whom thou fly'st, of him thou art,
His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent
Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart,
Substantial life, to have thee by my side
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my soul, I seek thee, and thee claim,
My other half :" With that thy gentle hand
Seiz'd mine I yielded; and from that time see
How beauty is excell'd by manly grace,

And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

So spake our general mother, and with eyes
Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd

And meek surrender, half-embracing lean'd
On our first father; half her swelling breast
Naked met his, under the flowing gold
Of her loose tresses hid: he, in delight
Both of her beauty, and submissive charms,
Smiled with superiour love, as Jupiter
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
That shed May flowers; and press'd her matron lip
With kisses pure: Aside the Devil turn'd

For envy; yet with jealous leer malign

Ey'd them askance, and to himself thus plain'd. Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two, Imparadis'd in one another's arms,

The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill
Of bliss on bliss; while I to Hell am thrust,
Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
Among our other torments not the least,

Still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines.
Yet let me not forget what I have gain'd

From their own mouths: All is not theirs, it seems;
One fatal tree there stands, of knowledge call'd,

Forbidden them to taste:

Knowledge forbidden?

Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord

Envy them that?

Can it be death?

Can it be sin to know?

And do they only stand

By ignorance? Is that their happy state,
The proof of their obedience and their faith?
O fair foundation laid whereon to build

Their ruin

hence I will excite their minds
With more desire to know, and to reject
Envious commands, invented with design
To keep them low whom knowledge might exalt
Equal with gods: aspiring to be such,

They taste and die:

What likelier can ensue?
But first with narrow search I must walk round
This garden, and no corner leave unspied;
A chance but chance may lead where I may meet
Some wandering Spirit of Heaven by fountain-side,
Or in thick shade retir'd, from him to draw
What further would be learn'd. Live while ye may,
Ye 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, his roam.

Meanwhile, in utmost longitude, where Heaven

With earth and ocean meets, the setting sun

Slowly descended, and, with right aspéct,
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 Gabriel1 sat,
Chief of the angelick guards, awaiting night;
About him exercis'd heroick games

The unarm'd youth of Heaven, 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 sunbeam, swift as a shooting star

In autumn thwarts the night, when vapours fir'd
Impress the air, and show 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 highth of noon, came to my sphere
A Spirit, zealous, as he seem'd, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
God's latest image: I describ'd his way,
Bent all on speed, and mark'd his aery gait;
But, in the mount that lies from Eden north,
Where he first lighted, soon discern'd his looks
Alien from Heaven, with passions foul obscur'd:
Mine eye pursued him still, but under shade
Lost sight of him: One of the banish'd crew,
I fear, hath ventured from the deep, to raise
New troubles; him thy care must be to find.

To whom the winged warriour thus return'd. Uriel, no wonder if thy perfect sight,

''Gabriel:' an archangel mentioned in Daniel, Luke, &c.

Amid the sun's bright circle where thou sitst,
See far and wide In at this gate none pass
The vigilance here plac'd, but such as come
Well known from Heaven; and since meridian hour
No creature thence: If Spirit of other sort,
So minded, have o'erleap'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 promised 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 fallen
Beneath the Azores ; whether the prime orb,
Incredible how swift, had hither roll'd
Diurnal, or this less volúbil earth,

By shorter flight to the 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 gray
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.

The Azores:' nine islands in the Atlantic, sometimes called the Terceras, from Tercera the largest.

When Adam thus to Eve. Fair Consort, the hour

Of night, and all things now retired 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 slumberous weight, inclines
Our eyelids 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 Heaven on all his ways;
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 present labour, to reform
Yon flow'ry arbour 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