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Morning approached, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream:

he likes it not, yet comforts her: They come forth to their davlabours ; Their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God. to render man inexcusable, sends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his free estate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why his enemy, and whatever else may avail Adam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradise; his appearance describ.

of his bower; he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choicest fruits of Paradise got together by Eve; their discourse at table: Raphael performs his message, minds Adam of his state and of his enemy; relates, at Adam's request, who that enemy is, and how he came to be so, beginning from his first revolt in Heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to the parts of the north, and there incited them to rebel with him, persuading all but only Abriel, a Se.. raph, who in argument dissuades and opposes him, then iorsakes him.

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so custom’d; for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred,
And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound 5
Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan,
Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song
Of birds on every bough; so much the more


With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek,
As through unquiet rest : he, on his side .
Leaning half raised, with looks of cordial love
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice
Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,
Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus : Awake,
My fairest, my espoused, my latest found,
Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight !



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Awake : the morning shines, and the fresh field 20
Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring,
Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed,
How nature paints her colours, how the bee .
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.

Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake :

O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My glory, my perfection! glad I see Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night 30 (Such night till this I never pass'd) have dream'd, If dream'd, not, as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day past, or morrow's next design, But of offence and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irksome night: methought, 35 Close at mine ear one callid me forth to walk With gentle voice ; I thought it thine: it said, “Why sleep'st thou, Eve ? now is the pleasant time,, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labour'd song; now reigns Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleasing light Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regård; Heaven wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Nature's desire ? In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze." I rose as at thy call, but found thee not ; To find thec I directed then my walk; And on, methought, alone I pass'd through ways 50 That brought me on a sudden to the tree Of interdicted knowledge : fair it seem'd, Much fairer to my fancy than by day: And, as I wondering look'd, beside it stood One shaped and wing'd like one of those from Heaven By us oft seen; his dewy locks distill’d-. 56 Ambrosia ; on that tree he also gazed ;

105 And, " O fair plant,” said he," with fruit surcharged, Deigns none to ease thy load, and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man? Is knowledge so despised ? GO Or envy, or what reserve forbids to taste ? Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good; why else set here?” This said, he paused not, but with venturous arm He pluck’d, he tasted; me damp horror chill’d 65 At such bold words vouch'd with a deed so bold : But he thus, overjoy'd : “ O fruit divine, Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropp'd, Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit For Gods, yet able to make Gods of men

70 And why not Gods of Men ; since good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows, The author not impair’d, but honour'd more? Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve! " Partake thou also : happy though thou art, 75 Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be : Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods Thyself a Goddess, not to earth confined, But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes Ascend to Heaven, by merit thine,, and see 80 What life the Gods live there, and such live thou !” 4 So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held, Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part Which he had pluck'd; the pleasant savoury smell So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought,

$5 Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds With him I flew, and underneath beheld

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And various : wondering at my flight and change
To this high exaltation ; suddenly.
My guide was gone, and I, methought sunk down
"And fell asleep; but O, how glad I waked

To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night
Related, and thus Adam answer'd sad :

Best image of myself, and dearer half,



The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep
Affects me equally ; nor can I like
This uncouth dream, of evil sprung, I fear;
Yet evil whence ? in thee can harbour none,
Created pure. But know that in the soul
Are many lesser faculties, that serve
Reason as chief; among these Fancy next
Her office holds; of all external things,
Which the five watchful senses represent,
She forms imaginations, aery shapes,

Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames
All what we affirm or what deny, and call
Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
Into her private cell, when nature rests.
Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes
To imitate her ; but, misjoining shapes,
Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams;
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some such resemblances, methinks, I find
Of our last evening's talk, in this thy dream, 115
But with addition strange ; yet be not sad.
Evil into the mind of God or Man
May come and go, so unapproved, and leave
· No spot or blame behind : which gives me hope

That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream 120
Waking thou never wilt consent to do.
Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks,
That wont to be more cheerful and serene
Than when fair morning first smiles on the world;
And let us to our fresh employments rise

Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers
That open now their choicest bosom'd smells,
Reserved from night, and kept for thee in store.

So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd ;
But silently a gentle tear let fall

From either eye, and wiped them with her hair ;
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell

Kiss'd, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse . And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended. 135

So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste. But first, from under shady arborous roof Soon as they forth were come to open sight Of dayspring, and the sun, who, scarce uprisen, With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean-brim, 140 Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains; Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid

145 In various style ; for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced, or sung Unmeditated : such prompt eloquence Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse, 150 More tunable than needed lute or harp, To add more sweetness; and they thus began :

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then! 155 Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,

160 Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in Heaven. On Earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 165 Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. 170 Thou Sun of this great world both eye and soul,

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