; Wherein all things created first he weigh'd, SATAN, I know thy strength, & thou know'st mine, ΙΟΙΟ Murm'ring, & with him fled the shades of night. 1015 PARADISE LOST. BOOK V. THE ARGUMENT. Morning approach'd, Eve relates to Adam her troubleSome dream; be likes it not, yet comforts her: they come forth to their day labors: their morning hymn at the door of their bower. GoD to render Man inexcufable fends 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 A to know.. Raphael comes down to Paradise; his appearance describ'd, his coming difcern'd by Adam afar off fitting at the door 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 occafion 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 Abdiel a Seraph, who in argument diffuades and opposes him, then forSakes him. OW morn her rosy steps in th'eaftern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When ADAM wak'd: so custom'd; for his fleep Was aery-light, from pure digeftion bred, 5 10 Hung over her enamor'd, and beheld 15 Mild as when ZEPHYRUS on FLORA breathes, Her * Perhaps these two Verses were originally dictated by the Author thus : And temperate vapors bland from fuming rills, Her hand foft touching, whisper'd thus: Awake 20 How nature paints her colors, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet. 25 Such whispering wak'd her, but with startl'd eye On ADAM, whom embracing, thus she spake. O fole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My glory, my perfection! glad I fee 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 pass'd, 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 call'd me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it faid, Why fleep'st thou EVE? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the filent, save where filence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd fong; now reigns Full-orb'd the moon, and with more pleasant light Shadowy fets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard: heav'n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, nature's defire ? 40 45 In whose fight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze. I rose as at thy call, but found thee not: And on, methought, alone I pass'd thro' ways 50 That brought me on a sudden to the Tree GS Much 1 |