Chapter 8 7
At once on the Eastern cliff of Paradise [ 275 ]
He lights, and to his proper shape returns
A Seraph wing; six wings he wore, to shade
His lineaments Divine; the pair that clad
Each shoulder broad, came mantling ore his brest
With regal Ornament; the middle pair [ 280 ]
Girt like a Starrie Zone his waste, and round
Skirted his loines and thighs with downie Gold
And colors dipt in Heavn; the third his feet
Shaddowd from either heele with feathered maile
Skie-tincturd grain. Like Maias son he stood, [ 285 ]
And shook his Plumes, that heavily fragrance filled
The circuit wide. Strait knew him all the Bands
Of Angels under watch; and to his state,
And to his message high in honor rise;
For on Som message high they guessed him bound. [ 290 ]
Thir glittering Tents he passd, and now is come
Into the blissful field, through Groves of Myrrhe,
And flouring Odours, Cassia, Nard, and Balme;
A Wilderness of sweets; for Nature here
Wantond as in her prime, and plaid at will [ 295 ]
Her Virgin Fancy, pouring forth more sweet,
Wilde above Rule or Art; enormous bliss.
Him through the spicie Forrest onward com
Adam discerned, as in the dore he sat
Of his coole Bowre, while now the mounted Sun [ 300 ]
Shot down direct his fervid Raies, to warme
Earths inmost womb, more warmth then Adam needs;
And Eve within, due at her hour prepard
For dinner savourie fruits, of taste to please
True appetite, and not disrelish thirst [ 305 ]
Of nectarous drafts between, from milkie stream,
Berrie or Grape: to whom thus Adam calld.
Haste hither Eve, and worth thy sight behold
Eastward among those Trees, what glorious shape
Comes this way moving; seems another Morn [ 310 ]
Risn on mid-noon; Som great behest from Heavn
To us perhaps he brings, and will voutsafe
This day to be our Guest. But go with speed,
And what thy stores contain, bring forth and pour
Abundance, fit to honor and receive [ 315 ]
Our Heavnly stranger; well we may afford
Our givers thir own gifts, and large bestow
From large bestowd, where Nature multiplies
Her fertil growth, and by disburdning grows
More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare. [ 320 ]
To whom thus Eve. Adam, earths hallowed mould,
Of God inspired, small store will serve, where store,
All seasons, ripe for use hangs on the stalk;
Save what by frugal storing firmness gains
To nourish, and superfluous moist consumes: [ 325 ]
But I will haste and from each bough and break,
Each Plant and juiciest Gourd will pluck such choice
To entertain our Angel guest, as hee
Beholding shall confess that here on Earth
God hath dispensed his bounties as in Heavn. [ 330 ]