Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred,

Milde, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,

O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,

And temperat vapors bland, which th only sound [ 5 ]

Why sleepst thou Eve? now is the pleasant time,

If dreamd, not as I oft am wont, of thee,

Leaning half-raisd, with looks of cordial Love

Thy face, and Morn returnd, for I th99lib.netis Night, [ 30 ]

Heavns last best gift, my ever new delight,

My fairest, my espousd, my latest found,

If none regard; Heavn wakes with all his eyes,

With Tresses discomposd, and glowing Cheek, [ 10 ]

With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it said,

Whom to behold but thee, Natures desire, [ 45 ]

Lightly dispersd, and the shrill Matin Song

Her h九九藏书and soft touching, whisperd thus. Awake

But of offense and trouble, which my mind

Awake, the morning shines, and the fresh field [ 20 ]

How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee

Hung over her enamourd, and beheld

When Adam wakt, so customd, for his sleep

NOw Morn her rosie steps in th Eastern Clime

Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,

Wha99ｌｉb•nｅtt drops the Myrrhe, and what the balmie Reed,

In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment

Such whispering wakd her, but with startld eye

Knew never till this irksom night; methought [ 35 ]

Such night till this I never passd, have dreamd,

Tunes sweetest his love-labord song; now reignes

Works of day passt, or morrows next designe,

As through unquiet re

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Advancing, sowd the earth with Orient Pearle,

Full Orbd the Moon, and with more pleasing light

The cool, the silent, save where silence yields

Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

Calls us, we lose the prime, to mark how spring

To the night-warbling Bird, that now awake [ 40 ]

Of leaves and fuming rills, Auroras fan,

Our tended Plants, h九-九-藏-书-网ow blows the Citron Grove,

Of Birds on every bough; so much the more

His wonder was to find unwaknd Eve

On Adam, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

Beautie, which whether waking or asleep,

Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet. [ 25 ]

My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see

Close at mine ear one calld me forth to walk

Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice [ 15 ]