His wonder was to find unwaknd Eve

Heavns last best gift, my ever new delight,

Thy face, and Morn returnd, for I this Night, [ 30 ]

If none regard; Heavn wakes with all his eyes,

Sits on the Bloom extracting liquid sweet. [ 25 ]

What drops the Myrrhe, and what the balmie Reed,

Milde, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes,

My fairest, my espousd, my latest fhtｔpｓ://reａd•９９ｃsｗ.coｍound,

Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice [ 15 ]

On Adam, whom imbracing, thus she spake.

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

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

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

Such night till this I never passd, have dreamd,

Such whispering wakd her, but with sthttps://read.99csw.comartld eye

Advancing, sowd the earth with Orient Pearle,

Our tended Plants, how blows the Citron Grove,

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

Shadowie sets off the face of things; in vain,

Her hand soft touching, whisperd thus. Awake

O Sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,

Of Birds on every bough; so much the more

Of leaves ahttps://read.99csw.comnd fuming rills, Auroras fan,

When Adam wakt, so customd, for his sleep

Knew never till this irksom night; methought [ 35 ]

Tunes sweetest his love-labord song; now reignes

With Tresses discomposd, and glowing Cheek, [ 10 ]

Was Aerie light, from pure digestion bred,

The cool, the silent, save where silence yields

Full Orbd the Moon, and with more pleasin九*九*藏*書g light

My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see

Beautie, which whether waking or asleep,

Close at mine ear one calld me forth to walk

In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment

Lightly dispersd, and the shrill Matin Song

Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.

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

As through unquiet rest: he on his side

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Works of day passt, or morrows next designe,

NOw Morn her rosie steps in th Eastern Clime

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

Leaning half-raisd, with looks of cordial Love

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

Hung over her enamourd, and beheld

But of offense and trouble, which my mind

How Nature paints her colours, how the Bee