25 30 Thrice fugitive about Troy wall; or rage The sun was sunk, and after him the star 40 50 Of Gabriel out of Eden, now improved 55 descried 60 His entrance, and forewarn'd the Cherubim That kept their watch ; thence full of anguish driven, The space of seven continued nights he rode With darkness; thrice the equinoctial line He circled ; four times cross’d the car of night. 65 From pole to pole, travérsing each colure ; On the eighth return'd; and, on the coast averse From entrance or cherubic watch, by stealth Found unsuspected way. There was a place, Now not, though sin, not time, first wrought the change, Where Tigris, at the foot of Paradise, 71 Into a gulf shot under ground, till part Rose up a fountain by the tree of life : In with the river sunk, and with it rose Satan, involved in rising mist ; then sought 75 Where to lie hid; sea he had 'search’d, and land, From Eden over Pontus and the pool Mæotis, up beyond the river Ob; Downward as far antarctic; and in length, West from Orontes to the ocean barr’d 80 At Darien ; thence to the land where flows. Ganges and Indus: Thus the orb he roam'd With narrow search; and with inspection deep Consider'd every creature, which of all Most opportune might serve his wiles; and found 85 The Serpent subtlest beast of all the field. Him after long debate, irresolute Of thoughts revolved, his final sentence chose Fit vessel, fittest imp of fraud, in whom To enter, and his dark suggestions hide 90 From sharpest sight: for, in the wily snake Whatever sleights, none would suspicious mark, 95 O Earth, how like to Heaven, if not preferr'd More justly, seat worthier of Gods, as built 100 With second thoughts, reforming what was old! For what God, after better, worse would build ? Terrestrial Heaven, danced round by other Heavens That shine, yet bear their bright officious lamps, Light above light, for thee alone, as seems, 105 In thee concentring all their precious beams Of sacred influence! As God in Heaven Is centre, yet extends to all; so thou, Centring, receivest from all those orbs: in thee Not in themselves, all their known virtue appears 110 Productive in herb, plant, and nobler birth Of creatures animate with gradual life Of growth, sense, reason, all summ'd up in Man. With what delight could I have walk'd thee round, If I could joy in aught, sweet interchange 115 Of hill, and valley, rivers, woods, and plains, Now land, now sea, and shores with forest crown'd, Rocks, dens, and caves! But I in none of these Find place or refuge; and the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel 120 Torment within me, as from the hateful siege Of contraries : all good to me becomes Bane, and in Heaven much worse would be my state, But neither here seek I, no nor in Heaven To dwell, unless by mastering Heaven's Supreme; 125 Nor hope to be myself less miserable By what I scek, but others to make such As I, though thereby worse to me redound: For only in destroying I find ease To my relentless thoughts; and, him destroy d, 130 135 150 With heavenly spoils, our spoils : What he detreed, He effected; Man he made, and for him built Magnificent this world, and earth his seat, Him lord pronounced ; and, O indignity! Subjected to his service angel-wings, 155 And flaming ministers to watch and tend Their earthly charge : Of these the vigilance I dread; and, to elude, thus wrapp'd in mist Of midnight vapour glide obscure, and pry In every bush and brake, where hap may find 160 The serpent sleeping; in whose mazy folds To hide me, and the dark intent I bring. O foul descent! that I, who erst contended With Gods to sit the highest, am now constrain'd Into a beast; and, mix'd with bestial slime, This essence to incarnate and imbrute, That to the height of Deity aspired !. 165 But what will not ambition and revenge 170 175 Of Heaven, this man of clay, son of despite, Whom, us the more to spite, his Maker raised From dust : Spite then with spite is best repaid. So saying, through each thicket dank or dry, Like a black mist low-creeping, he held on 180 His midnight search, where soonest he might find The serpent; him fast sleeping soon he found In labyrinth of many a round self-rollid, His head the midst, well stored with subtile wiles. Not yet in horrid shade or dismal den, 185 Nor nocent yet; but, on the grassy herb, Fearless unfear'd he slept: in at his mouth The Devil enter'd ; and his brutal sense, In heart or head, possessing, soon inspired With act intelligential; but his sleep 190 Disturb'd not, waiting close the approach of morn. Now, when as 'sacred light began to dawn In Eden on the humid flowers, that breathed Their morning incense, when all things that breathe, From the Earth's great altar send up silent praise 195 To the Creator, and his nostrils fill With grateful smell, forth came the human pair, And join'd their vocal worship to the choir Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake The season, prime for sweetest scents and airs : 200 Then commune, how that day they best may ply Their growing work: for much their work outgrew The hands' despatch of two gardening so wide, And Eve first to her husband thus began : Adam, well may we labour still to dress 205 |