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Now Morn her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam wak’d, so custom’d, for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred,
And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound
Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan,
Lightly dispers’d, and the shrill matin song
Of birds on every bough; so much the more
His wonder was to find unwaken’d Eve
With tresses discompos’d, and glowing cheek,

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As through unquiet rest : he on his side
Leaning half-rais'd, 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 espous’d, 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.

Such whispering wak’d 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 (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,

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But of offense and trouble, which my mind
Knew never till this irksome night : methought
Close at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk
With gentle voice, I thought it thine ; it said,
Why sleep'st thou, Eve ? now is the pleasant time,
The cool, the silent, save where silence yields
To the night-warbling bird, that now awake
Tunes sweetest his love-labor'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 regard ; 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 thee I directed then my walk
And on, methought, alone I pass’d through ways
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 shap'd and wing'd like one of those from Heaven
By us oft seen ; his dewy locks distillid

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Ambrosia ; on that tree he also gaz'd;
And O fair plant, said he, with fruit surcharg’d,
Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet,
Nor God, nor Man? is knowledge so despis’d ?
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 paus'd not, but with venturous arm
He pluck’d, he tasted ; me damp horror chill'd
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 cropt,
Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit
For Gods, yet able to make Gods of Men :
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,
Happier thou may'st be, worthier canst not be :
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
Thyself a Goddess, not to earth confin’d,
But sometimes in the air, as we; sometimes

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