On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers; and press'd her matron lip With kisses pure.
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 pleased: 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.
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, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; 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 heaven, 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, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
HAND in hand alone they pass'd
On to their blissful bower: it was a place Chosen by the sovereign Planter, when he framed All things to man's delightful use the roof Of thickest covert was in woven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew
Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub
Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine,
Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought
Mosaic; 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,
Bird, beast, 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 heavenly quires the hymenæan sung, What day the genial angel 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 the unwiser son Of Japhet brought by Hermes she ensnared Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire.
THE FIRST AWAKENING.
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 airy-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of birds on every bough: so much the more His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve 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! Awake; the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended 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.
NOR delay'd the winged saint
After his charge received; but from among Thousand celestial ardours, where he stood
Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light, Flew through the midst of heaven: the angelic quires, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all the empyreal road; till, at the gate Of heaven arrived, the gate self-open'd wide
On golden hinges turning, as by work Divine the sovereign architect had framed. From hence no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight, Star interposed, however small; he sees,
Not unconform to other shining globes,
Earth, and the garden of God, with cedars crown'd Above all hills: as when by night the glass
* See the description of the Homeric angel, Hermes, on his mission to the isle of Kalypso, Od. V.
Of Galileo, less assured, observes Imagined lands and regions in the moon: Or pilot, from amidst the Cyclades
Delos or Samos first appearing, kens
A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing: Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan Winnows the buxom air; till, within soar Of towering eagles, to all the fowls he seems A phoenix, gazed by all as that sole bird, When, to enshrine his reliques in the Sun's Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies. At once on the eastern cliff of Paradise
He lights, and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd: six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine: the pair that clad
Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament; the middle pair
Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold And colours dipp'd in heaven; the third his feet Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail, Sky-tinctured grain. Like Maia's son he stood, And shook his plumes, that heavenly fragrance fill'd The circuit wide. Straight knew him all the bands Of angels under watch; and to his state, And to his message high, in honour rise: For on some message high they guess'd him bound. Their glittering tents he pass'd, and now is come Into the blissful field, through groves of myrrh, And flowering odours, cassia, nard, and balm ; A wilderness of sweets: for nature here Wanton'd as in her prime, and played at will
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