From pole to pole, traversing 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,
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 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 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 The serpent subtlest beast of all the field. Him after long debate, irresolute
Of thoughts resolved, his final sentence chose Fit vessel, fittest imp of fraud, in whom
To enter, and his dark suggestions hide From sharpest sight: for, in the wily snake
Whatever sleights, none would suspicious mark As from his wit and native subtlety Proceding; which, in other beasts observed, Doubt might beget of diabolic power Active within, beyond the sense of brute. Thus he resolved, but first from inward grief His bursting passion into plaints thus pour'd :
O Earth how like to Heaven, if not preferr'd More justly, seat worthier of Gods, as built With second thoughts, reforming what was old: For what God, after better, worse would build
Terrestial Heaven, danced round by other Heavens That shine, yet bear their bright officious lamps, Light above light, for thee alone, as seems, In thee concentring all their precious beam's 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 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, IfI could joy in aught, sweet interchange 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 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;
Nor hope to be myself less miserable
By what I seek, 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, Or won to what may work his utter loss, For whom all this was made, all this will soon Follow, as to him link'd in weal or woe;
In woe then; that destruction wide might range : To me shall be the glory sole among
The infernal powers, in one day to have marr'd What he, Almighty styled, six nights and days Continued making; and who knows how long Before had been contriving? though perhaps
Not longer since than I, in one night, freed From servitude inglorious well nigh half The Angelic name, and thinner left the throng Of his adorers: He, to be avenged,
And to repair his numbers thus impair'd, Whether such virtue spent of old now fail'd More Angels to create, if they at least Are his created, or, to spite us more Determined to advance into our room
A creature form'd of Earth, and him endow, Exalted from so base original,
With Heavenly spoils, our spoils: What he decreed, 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, 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 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 heighth of Deity aspired! But what will not ambition and revenge Descend to! Who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd; obnoxious, first or last,
To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on himself recoils:
Let it; I reck not, so it light well arm'd, Since higher I fall short, on him who next Provokes my envy, this new favourite 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
His midnight search, where soonest he might find The serpent; him fast sleeping soon he found In labyrinth of many a round self-roll'd,
His head the midst, well stored with subtile wiles. Not yet in horrid shade or dismal den,
Nor innocent 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 ct intelligential; but his sleep 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 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: 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 labor still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower, Our pleasant task enjoy'd; but, till more hands Aid us, the work under our labor grows, Luxurious by restraint; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides, Tending to wild. Thou therefore now advise, Or hear what to my mind first thoughts present:
Let us divide our labors; thou, where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind The woodbine round this arbor, or direct The clasping ivy where to climb: while I, In yonder spring of roses intermix'd
With myrtle, find what to redress till noon For, while so near each other thus all day Our task we choose, what wonder if so near, Looks intervene and smiles, or object new Casual discourse draw on; which intermits Our day's work, brought to little, though begun Early, and the hour of supper comes unearn'd? To whom mild answer Adam thus return'd: Sole Eve, associate sole, to me beyond Compare above all living creatures dear!
Well hast thou motion'd, well thy thoughts employ'd How we might best fulfil the work which here God hath assign'd us; nor of me shall pass Unpraised: for nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote. Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed Labour, as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food or talk between, Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow To brute denied, and are of love the food; Love, not the lowest end of human life. For not to irksome toil, but to delight, He made us, and delight to reason join'd.
These paths and bowers doubt not but our joint hands Will keep from wilderness with ease, as wide As we need walk, till younger hands ere long Assist us: but, if much converse perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield; For solitude sometimes is best society,
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