380 Let not my words offend thee, heav'nly Pow'r, My Maker, be propitious while I fpeak! Haft thou not made me here thy fubftitute, And these inferior far beneath me fet? Among unequals what fociety 385 399 Can fort, what harmony, or true delight? 400 Whereto th' Almighty anfwer'd, not difpleas'd. A nice and fubtile happiness I fee Thou to thy felf propofeft, in the choice Of thy affociates, ADAM; and wilt tafte No pleasure (though in pleasure) folitary. What think'st thou then of me, and this my ftate ? Seem I to thee fufficiently poffeft Of happiness, or not, who am alone 405 From all eternity? for none I know Second to me, or like; equal much less. How have I then with whom to hold converse, Save with the creatures which I made, and those To me inferior, infinite descents Beneath what other creatures are to thee? He ceas'd, I lowly anfwer'd. To attain 410 The height, and depth of thy eternal ways, Thou Thou in thy felf art perfect, and in thee 415 420 And through all numbers abfolute, though ONE. Like of his like, his image multiply'd: Beft with thy felf accompany'd, feek'ft not Canft raife thy creature, to what height thou wilt I by converfing cannot thefe erect 425 43 From prone, nor in their ways complacence find. Thus I imbolden'd fpake, and freedom us'd Permiffive, and acceptance found; which gain'd 435 This anfwer from the gracious Voice Divine. Thus far to try thee, ADAM, I was pleas'd; 440 445 What next I bring fhall pleafe thee, be affur'd, 450 He ended, or I heard no more, for now My earthly by his heav'nly overpower'd, Which it had long ftood under, ftrain'd to th' height In that coeleftial colloquy fublime, 2 455 46a 465 470 (As with an object that excels the fenfe, 'Dazl'd and spent) funk down, and fought repair Of fleep, which inftantly fell on me, call'd By nature as in aid, and clos'd mine eyes. Mine eyes he clos'd, but open left the cell Of fancy, my internal fight; by which (Abstract as in a tranfe) methought I faw, Though fleeping, where I lay, and faw the fhape Still glorious before whom awake I ftood: Who ftooping open'd my left fide, and took From thence a rib, with cordial fpirits warm, And life-blood ftreaming fresh: wide was the wound, But fuddenly with flesh fill'd up and heal'd. The rib he form'd and fashion'd with his hands: Under his forming hands a creature grew Man-like, but different fex: fo lovely fair! That what feem'd fair in all the world, feem'd now Mean, or in her fumm'd up, in her contain'd, And in her looks; which from that time infus'd Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before: And into all things from her air infpir'd The fpirit of love, and amorous delight. She difappear'd, and left me dark! I wak'd To find her, or for ever to deplore Her lofs, and other pleafures all abjure. When out of hope, behold her! not far off; Such as I faw her in my dream, adorn'd With what all earth or heaven could bestow 2 To make her amiable: On the came, Led by her heav'nly Maker (though unfeen) And guided by his voice; nor uninform'd Of nuptial fanctity, and marriage rites: Grace was in all her fteps, heav'n in her eye, In every gefture dignity and love! I overjoy'd could not forbear aloud. 475 480 485 490 |