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Paradise Lost
Book XI
John Milton
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       Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn
       From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
       When angry most he seemed and most severe,
       What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone?
       So spake our father penitent; nor Eve
       Felt less remorse: they, forthwith to the place
       Repairing where he judged them, prostrate fell
       Before him reverent; and both confessed
       Humbly their faults, and pardon begged; with tears
       Watering the ground, and with their sighs the air
       Frequenting, sent from hearts contrite, in sign
       Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek.
       Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood
       Praying; for from the mercy-seat above
       Prevenient grace descending had removed
       The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh
       Regenerate grow instead; that sighs now breathed
       Unutterable; which the Spirit of prayer
       Inspired, and winged for Heaven with speedier flight
       Than loudest oratory: Yet their port
       Not of mean suitors; nor important less
       Seemed their petition, than when the ancient pair
       In fables old, less ancient yet than these,
       Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha, to restore
       The race of mankind drowned, before the shrine
       Of Themis stood devout. To Heaven their prayers
       Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious winds
       Blown vagabond or frustrate: in they passed
       Dimensionless through heavenly doors; then clad
       With incense, where the golden altar fumed,
       By their great intercessour, came in sight
       Before the Father's throne: them the glad Son
       Presenting, thus to intercede began.
       See$ Father, what first-fruits on earth are sprung
       From thy implanted grace in Man; these sighs
       And prayers, which in this golden censer mixed
       With incense, I thy priest before thee bring;
       Fruits of more pleasing savour, from thy seed
       Sown with contrition in his heart, than those
       Which, his own hand manuring, all the trees
       Of Paradise could have produced, ere fallen
       From innocence. Now therefore, bend thine ear
       To supplication; hear his sighs, though mute;
       Unskilful with what words to pray, let me
       Interpret for him; me, his advocate
       And propitiation; all his works on me,
       Good, or not good, ingraft; my merit those
       Shall perfect, and for these my death shall pay.
       Accept me; and, in me, from these receive
       The smell of peace toward mankind: let him live
       Before thee reconciled, at least his days
       Numbered, though sad; till death, his doom, (which I
       To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse,)
       To better life shall yield him: where with me
       All my redeemed may dwell in joy and bliss;
       Made one with me, as I with thee am one.
       To whom the Father, without cloud, serene.
       All thy request for Man, accepted Son,
       Obtain; all thy request was my decree:
       But, longer in that Paradise to dwell,
       The law I gave to Nature him forbids:
       Those pure immortal elements, that know,
       No gross, no unharmonious mixture foul,
       Eject him, tainted now; and purge him off,
       As a distemper, gross, to air as gross,
       And mortal food; as may dispose him best
       For dissolution wrought by sin, that first
       Distempered all things, and of incorrupt
       Corrupted. I, at first, with two fair gifts
       Created him endowed; with happiness,
       And immortality: that fondly lost,
       This other served but to eternize woe;
       Till I provided death: so death becomes
       His final remedy; and, after life,
       Tried in sharp tribulation, and refined
       By faith and faithful works, to second life,
       Waked in the renovation of the just,
       Resigns him up with Heaven and Earth renewed.
       But let us call to synod all the Blest,
       Through Heaven's wide bounds: from them I will not hide
       My judgements; how with mankind I proceed,
       As how with peccant Angels late they saw,
       And in their state, though firm, stood more confirmed.
       He ended, and the Son gave signal high
       To the bright minister that watched; he blew
       His trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhaps
       When God descended, and perhaps once more
       To sound at general doom. The angelick blast
       Filled all the regions: from their blisful bowers
       Of amarantine shade, fountain or spring,
       By the waters of life, where'er they sat
       In fellowships of joy, the sons of light
       Hasted, resorting to the summons high;
       And took their seats; till from his throne supreme
       The Almighty thus pronounced his sovran will.
       O Sons, like one of us Man is become
       To know both good and evil, since his taste
       Of that defended fruit; but let him boast
       His knowledge of good lost, and evil got;
       Happier! had it sufficed him to have known
       Good by itself, and evil not at all.
       He sorrows now, repents, and prays contrite,
       My motions in him; longer than they move,
       His heart I know, how variable and vain,
       Self-left. Lest therefore his now bolder hand
       Reach also of the tree of life, and eat,
       And live for ever, dream at least to live
       For ever, to remove him I decree,
       And send him from the garden forth to till
       The ground whence he was taken, fitter soil.
       Michael, this my behest have thou in charge;
       Take to thee from among the Cherubim
       Thy choice of flaming warriours, lest the Fiend,
       Or in behalf of Man, or to invade
       Vacant possession, some new trouble raise:
       Haste thee, and from the Paradise of God
       Without remorse drive out the sinful pair;
       From hallowed ground the unholy; and denounce
       To them, and to their progeny, from thence
       Perpetual banishment. Yet, lest they faint
       At the sad sentence rigorously urged,
       (For I behold them softened, and with tears
       Bewailing their excess,) all terrour hide.
       If patiently thy bidding they obey,
       Dismiss them not disconsolate; reveal
       To Adam what shall come in future days,
       As I shall thee enlighten; intermix
       My covenant in the Woman's seed renewed;
       So send them forth, though sorrowing, yet in peace:
       And on the east side of the garden place,
       Where entrance up from Eden easiest climbs,
       Cherubick watch; and of a sword the flame
       Wide-waving; all approach far off to fright,
       And guard all passage to the tree of life:
       Lest Paradise a receptacle prove
       To Spirits foul, and all my trees their prey;
       With whose stolen fruit Man once more to delude.
       He ceased; and the arch-angelick Power prepared
       For swift descent; with him the cohort bright
       Of watchful Cherubim: four faces each
       Had, like a double Janus; all their shape
       Spangled with eyes more numerous than those
       Of Argus, and more wakeful than to drouse,
       Charmed with Arcadian pipe, the pastoral reed
       Of Hermes, or his opiate rod. Mean while,
       To re-salute the world with sacred light,
       Leucothea waked; and with fresh dews imbalmed
       The earth; when Adam and first matron Eve
       Had ended now their orisons, and found
       Strength added from above; new hope to spring
       Out of despair; joy, but with fear yet linked;
       Which thus to Eve his welcome words renewed.
       Eve, easily my faith admit, that all
       The good which we enjoy from Heaven descends;
       But, that from us aught should ascend to Heaven
       So prevalent as to concern the mind
       Of God high-blest, or to incline his will,
       Hard to belief may seem; yet this will prayer
       Or one short sigh of human breath, upborne
       Even to the seat of God. For since I sought
       By prayer the offended Deity to appease;
       Kneeled, and before him humbled all my heart;
       Methought I saw him placable and mild,
       Bending his ear; persuasion in me grew
       That I was heard with favour; peace returned
       Home to my breast, and to my memory
       His promise, that thy seed shall bruise our foe;
       Which, then not minded in dismay, yet now
       Assures me that the bitterness of death
       Is past, and we shall live. Whence hail to thee,
       Eve rightly called, mother of all mankind,
       Mother of all things living, since by thee
       Man is to live; and all things live for Man.
       To whom thus Eve with sad demeanour meek.
       Ill-worthy I such title should belong
       To me transgressour; who, for thee ordained
       A help, became thy snare; to me reproach
       Rather belongs, distrust, and all dispraise:
       But infinite in pardon was my Judge,
       That I, who first brought death on all, am graced
       The source of life; next favourable thou,
       Who highly thus to entitle me vouchsaf'st,
       Far other name deserving. But the field
       To labour calls us, now with sweat imposed,
       Though after sleepless night; for see!the morn,
       All unconcerned with our unrest, begins
       Her rosy progress smiling: let us forth;
       I never from thy side henceforth to stray,
       Where'er our day's work lies, though now enjoined
       Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell,
       What can be toilsome in these pleasant walks?
       Here let us live, though in fallen state, content.
       So spake, so wished much humbled Eve; but Fate
       Subscribed not: Nature first gave signs, impressed
       On bird, beast, air; air suddenly eclipsed,
       After short blush of morn; nigh in her sight
       The bird of Jove, stooped from his aery tour,
       Two birds of gayest plume before him drove;
       Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods,
       First hunter then, pursued a gentle brace,
       Goodliest of all the forest, hart and hind;
       Direct to the eastern gate was bent their flight.
       Adam observed, and with his eye the chase
       Pursuing, not unmoved, to Eve thus spake.
       O Eve, some further change awaits us nigh,
       Which Heaven, by these mute signs in Nature, shows
       Forerunners of his purpose; or to warn
       Us, haply too secure, of our discharge
       From penalty, because from death released
       Some days: how long, and what till then our life,
       Who knows? or more than this, that we are dust,
       And thither must return, and be no more?
       Why else this double object in our sight
       Of flight pursued in the air, and o'er the ground,
       One way the self-same hour? why in the east
       Darkness ere day's mid-course, and morning-light
       More orient in yon western cloud, that draws
       O'er the blue firmament a radiant white,
       And slow descends with something heavenly fraught?
       He erred not; for by this the heavenly bands
       Down from a sky of jasper lighted now
       In Paradise, and on a hill made halt;
       A glorious apparition, had not doubt
       And carnal fear that day dimmed Adam's eye.
       Not that more glorious, when the Angels met
       Jacob in Mahanaim, where he saw
       The field pavilioned with his guardians bright;
       Nor that, which on the flaming mount appeared
       In Dothan, covered with a camp of fire,
       Against the Syrian king, who to surprise
       One man, assassin-like, had levied war,
       War unproclaimed. The princely Hierarch
       In their bright stand there left his Powers, to seise
       Possession of the garden; he alone,
       To find where Adam sheltered, took his way,
       Not unperceived of Adam; who to Eve,
       While the great visitant approached, thus spake.
       Eve$ now expect great tidings, which perhaps
       Of us will soon determine, or impose
       New laws to be observed; for I descry,
       From yonder blazing cloud that veils the hill,
       One of the heavenly host; and, by his gait,
       None of the meanest; some great Potentate
       Or of the Thrones above; such majesty
       Invests him coming! yet not terrible,
       That I should fear; nor sociably mild,
       As Raphael, that I should much confide;
       But solemn and sublime; whom not to offend,
       With reverence I must meet, and thou retire.
       He ended: and the Arch-Angel soon drew nigh,
       Not in his shape celestial, but as man
       Clad to meet man; over his lucid arms
       A military vest of purple flowed,
       Livelier than Meliboean, or the grain
       Of Sarra, worn by kings and heroes old
       In time of truce; Iris had dipt the woof;
       His starry helm unbuckled showed him prime
       In manhood where youth ended; by his side,
       As in a glistering zodiack, hung the sword,
       Satan's dire dread; and in his hand the spear.
       Adam bowed low; he, kingly, from his state
       Inclined not, but his coming thus declared.
       Adam, Heaven's high behest no preface needs:
       Sufficient that thy prayers are heard; and Death,
       Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress,
       Defeated of his seisure many days
       Given thee of grace; wherein thou mayest repent,
       And one bad act with many deeds well done
       Mayest cover: Well may then thy Lord, appeased,
       Redeem thee quite from Death's rapacious claim;
       But longer in this Paradise to dwell
       Permits not: to remove thee I am come,
       And send thee from the garden forth to till
       The ground whence thou wast taken, fitter soil.
       He added not; for Adam at the news
       Heart-struck with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,
       That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen
       Yet all had heard, with audible lament
       Discovered soon the place of her retire.
       O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death!
       Must I thus leave thee$ Paradise? thus leave
       Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades,
       Fit haunt of Gods? where I had hope to spend,
       Quiet though sad, the respite of that day
       That must be mortal to us both. O flowers,
       That never will in other climate grow,
       My early visitation, and my last
       At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand
       From the first opening bud, and gave ye names!
       Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank
       Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?
       Thee lastly, nuptial bower! by me adorned
       With what to sight or smell was sweet! from thee
       How shall I part, and whither wander down
       Into a lower world; to this obscure
       And wild? how shall we breathe in other air
       Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?
       Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild.
       Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign
       What justly thou hast lost, nor set thy heart,
       Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine:
       Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes
       Thy husband; whom to follow thou art bound;
       Where he abides, think there thy native soil.
       Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp
       Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned,
       To Michael thus his humble words addressed.
       Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or named
       Of them the highest; for such of shape may seem
       Prince above princes! gently hast thou told
       Thy message, which might else in telling wound,
       And in performing end us; what besides
       Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair,
       Our frailty can sustain, thy tidings bring,
       Departure from this happy place, our sweet
       Recess, and only consolation left
       Familiar to our eyes! all places else
       Inhospitable appear, and desolate;
       Nor knowing us, nor known: And, if by prayer
       Incessant I could hope to change the will
       Of Him who all things can, I would not cease
       To weary him with my assiduous cries:
       But prayer against his absolute decree
       No more avails than breath against the wind,
       Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
       Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
       This most afflicts me, that, departing hence,
       As from his face I shall be hid, deprived
       His blessed countenance: Here I could frequent
       With worship place by place where he vouchsafed
       Presence Divine; and to my sons relate,
       'On this mount he appeared; under this tree
       'Stood visible; among these pines his voice
       'I heard; here with him at this fountain talked:
       So many grateful altars I would rear
       Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone
       Of lustre from the brook, in memory,
       Or monument to ages; and theron
       Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers:
       In yonder nether world where shall I seek
       His bright appearances, or foot-step trace?
       For though I fled him angry, yet recalled
       To life prolonged and promised race, I now
       Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts
       Of glory; and far off his steps adore.
       To whom thus Michael with regard benign.
       Adam, thou knowest Heaven his, and all the Earth;
       Not this rock only; his Omnipresence fills
       Land, sea, and air, and every kind that lives,
       Fomented by his virtual power and warmed:
       All the earth he gave thee to possess and rule,
       No despicable gift; surmise not then
       His presence to these narrow bounds confined
       Of Paradise, or Eden: this had been
       Perhaps thy capital seat, from whence had spread
       All generations; and had hither come
       From all the ends of the earth, to celebrate
       And reverence thee, their great progenitor.
       But this pre-eminence thou hast lost, brought down
       To dwell on even ground now with thy sons:
       Yet doubt not but in valley, and in plain,
       God is, as here; and will be found alike
       Present; and of his presence many a sign
       Still following thee, still compassing thee round
       With goodness and paternal love, his face
       Express, and of his steps the track divine.
       Which that thou mayest believe, and be confirmed
       Ere thou from hence depart; know, I am sent
       To show thee what shall come in future days
       To thee, and to thy offspring: good with bad
       Expect to hear; supernal grace contending
       With sinfulness of men; thereby to learn
       True patience, and to temper joy with fear
       And pious sorrow; equally inured
       By moderation either state to bear,
       Prosperous or adverse: so shalt thou lead
       Safest thy life, and best prepared endure
       Thy mortal passage when it comes.--Ascend
       This hill; let Eve (for I have drenched her eyes)
       Here sleep below; while thou to foresight wakest;
       As once thou sleptst, while she to life was formed.
       To whom thus Adam gratefully replied.
       Ascend, I follow thee, safe Guide, the path
       Thou leadest me; and to the hand of Heaven submit,
       However chastening; to the evil turn
       My obvious breast; arming to overcome
       By suffering, and earn rest from labour won,
       If so I may attain. -- So both ascend
       In the visions of God. It was a hill,
       Of Paradise the highest; from whose top
       The hemisphere of earth, in clearest ken,
       Stretched out to the amplest reach of prospect lay.
       Not higher that hill, nor wider looking round,
       Whereon, for different cause, the Tempter set
       Our second Adam, in the wilderness;
       To show him all Earth's kingdoms, and their glory.
       His eye might there command wherever stood
       City of old or modern fame, the seat
       Of mightiest empire, from the destined walls
       Of Cambalu, seat of Cathaian Can,
       And Samarchand by Oxus, Temir's throne,
       To Paquin of Sinaean kings; and thence
       To Agra and Lahor of great Mogul,
       Down to the golden Chersonese; or where
       The Persian in Ecbatan sat, or since
       In Hispahan; or where the Russian Ksar
       In Mosco; or the Sultan in Bizance,
       Turchestan-born; nor could his eye not ken
       The empire of Negus to his utmost port
       Ercoco, and the less maritim kings
       Mombaza, and Quiloa, and Melind,
       And Sofala, thought Ophir, to the realm
       Of Congo, and Angola farthest south;
       Or thence from Niger flood to Atlas mount
       The kingdoms of Almansor, Fez and Sus,
       Morocco, and Algiers, and Tremisen;
       On Europe thence, and where Rome was to sway
       The world: in spirit perhaps he also saw
       Rich Mexico, the seat of Montezume,
       And Cusco in Peru, the richer seat
       Of Atabalipa; and yet unspoiled
       Guiana, whose great city Geryon's sons
       Call El Dorado. But to nobler sights
       Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed,
       Which that false fruit that promised clearer sight
       Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue
       The visual nerve, for he had much to see;
       And from the well of life three drops instilled.
       So deep the power of these ingredients pierced,
       Even to the inmost seat of mental sight,
       That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes,
       Sunk down, and all his spirits became entranced;
       But him the gentle Angel by the hand
       Soon raised, and his attention thus recalled.
       Adam, now ope thine eyes; and first behold
       The effects, which thy original crime hath wrought
       In some to spring from thee; who never touched
       The excepted tree; nor with the snake conspired;
       Nor sinned thy sin; yet from that sin derive
       Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds.
       His eyes he opened, and beheld a field,
       Part arable and tilth, whereon were sheaves
       New reaped; the other part sheep-walks and folds;
       I' the midst an altar as the land-mark stood,
       Rustick, of grassy sord; thither anon
       A sweaty reaper from his tillage brought
       First fruits, the green ear, and the yellow sheaf,
       Unculled, as came to hand; a shepherd next,
       More meek, came with the firstlings of his flock,
       Choicest and best; then, sacrificing, laid
       The inwards and their fat, with incense strowed,
       On the cleft wood, and all due rights performed:
       His offering soon propitious fire from Heaven
       Consumed with nimble glance, and grateful steam;
       The other's not, for his was not sincere;
       Whereat he inly raged, and, as they talked,
       Smote him into the midriff with a stone
       That beat out life; he fell;and, deadly pale,
       Groaned out his soul with gushing blood effused.
       Much at that sight was Adam in his heart
       Dismayed, and thus in haste to the Angel cried.
       O Teacher, some great mischief hath befallen
       To that meek man, who well had sacrificed;
       Is piety thus and pure devotion paid?
       To whom Michael thus, he also moved, replied.
       These two are brethren, Adam, and to come
       Out of thy loins; the unjust the just hath slain,
       For envy that his brother's offering found
       From Heaven acceptance; but the bloody fact
       Will be avenged; and the other's faith, approved,
       Lose no reward; though here thou see him die,
       Rolling in dust and gore. To which our sire.
       Alas! both for the deed, and for the cause!
       But have I now seen Death? Is this the way
       I must return to native dust? O sight
       Of terrour, foul and ugly to behold,
       Horrid to think, how horrible to feel!
       To whom thus Michael. Death thou hast seen
       In his first shape on Man; but many shapes
       Of Death, and many are the ways that lead
       To his grim cave, all dismal; yet to sense
       More terrible at the entrance, than within.
       Some, as thou sawest, by violent stroke shall die;
       By fire, flood, famine, by intemperance more
       In meats and drinks, which on the earth shall bring
       Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew
       Before thee shall appear; that thou mayest know
       What misery the inabstinence of Eve
       Shall bring on Men. Immediately a place
       Before his eyes appeared, sad, noisome, dark;
       A lazar-house it seemed; wherein were laid
       Numbers of all diseased; all maladies
       Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms
       Of heart-sick agony, all feverous kinds,
       Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs,
       Intestine stone and ulcer, colick-pangs,
       Demoniack phrenzy, moaping melancholy,
       And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy,
       Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence,
       Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.
       Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair
       Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch;
       And over them triumphant Death his dart
       Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked
       With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
       Sight so deform what heart of rock could long
       Dry-eyed behold? Adam could not, but wept,
       Though not of woman born; compassion quelled
       His best of man, and gave him up to tears
       A space, till firmer thoughts restrained excess;
       And, scarce recovering words, his plaint renewed.
       O miserable mankind, to what fall
       Degraded, to what wretched state reserved!
       Better end here unborn. Why is life given
       To be thus wrested from us? rather, why
       Obtruded on us thus? who, if we knew
       What we receive, would either no accept
       Life offered, or soon beg to lay it down;
       Glad to be so dismissed in peace. Can thus
       The image of God in Man, created once
       So goodly and erect, though faulty since,
       To such unsightly sufferings be debased
       Under inhuman pains? Why should not Man,
       Retaining still divine similitude
       In part, from such deformities be free,
       And, for his Maker's image sake, exempt?
       Their Maker's image, answered Michael, then
       Forsook them, when themselves they vilified
       To serve ungoverned Appetite; and took
       His image whom they served, a brutish vice,
       Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve.
       Therefore so abject is their punishment,
       Disfiguring not God's likeness, but their own;
       Or if his likeness, by themselves defaced;
       While they pervert pure Nature's healthful rules
       To loathsome sickness; worthily, since they
       God's image did not reverence in themselves.
       I yield it just, said Adam, and submit.
       But is there yet no other way, besides
       These painful passages, how we may come
       To death, and mix with our connatural dust?
       There is, said Michael, if thou well observe
       The rule of Not too much; by temperance taught,
       In what thou eatest and drinkest; seeking from thence
       Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,
       Till many years over thy head return:
       So mayest thou live; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
       Into thy mother's lap; or be with ease
       Gathered, nor harshly plucked; for death mature:
       This is Old Age; but then, thou must outlive
       Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will change
       To withered, weak, and gray; thy senses then,
       Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego,
       To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth,
       Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
       A melancholy damp of cold and dry
       To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
       The balm of life. To whom our ancestor.
       Henceforth I fly not death, nor would prolong
       Life much; bent rather, how I may be quit,
       Fairest and easiest, of this cumbrous charge;
       Which I must keep till my appointed day
       Of rendering up, and patiently attend
       My dissolution. Michael replied.
       Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest
       Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven:
       And now prepare thee for another sight.
       He looked, and saw a spacious plain, whereon
       Were tents of various hue; by some, were herds
       Of cattle grazing; others, whence the sound
       Of instruments, that made melodious chime,
       Was heard, of harp and organ; and, who moved
       Their stops and chords, was seen; his volant touch,
       Instinct through all proportions, low and high,
       Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue.
       In other part stood one who, at the forge
       Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass
       Had melted, (whether found where casual fire
       Had wasted woods on mountain or in vale,
       Down to the veins of earth; thence gliding hot
       To some cave's mouth; or whether washed by stream
       From underground;) the liquid ore he drained
       Into fit moulds prepared; from which he formed
       First his own tools; then, what might else be wrought
       Fusil or graven in metal. After these,
       But on the hither side, a different sort
       From the high neighbouring hills, which was their seat,
       Down to the plain descended; by their guise
       Just men they seemed, and all their study bent
       To worship God aright, and know his works
       Not hid; nor those things last, which might preserve
       Freedom and peace to Men; they on the plain
       Long had not walked, when from the tents, behold!
       A bevy of fair women, richly gay
       In gems and wanton dress; to the harp they sung
       Soft amorous ditties, and in dance came on:
       The men, though grave, eyed them; and let their eyes
       Rove without rein; till, in the amorous net
       Fast caught, they liked; and each his liking chose;
       And now of love they treat, till the evening-star,
       Love's harbinger, appeared; then, all in heat
       They light the nuptial torch, and bid invoke
       Hymen, then first to marriage rites invoked:
       With feast and musick all the tents resound.
       Such happy interview, and fair event
       Of love and youth not lost, songs, garlands, flowers,
       And charming symphonies, attached the heart
       Of Adam, soon inclined to admit delight,
       The bent of nature; which he thus expressed.
       True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel blest;
       Much better seems this vision, and more hope
       Of peaceful days portends, than those two past;
       Those were of hate and death, or pain much worse;
       Here Nature seems fulfilled in all her ends.
       To whom thus Michael. Judge not what is best
       By pleasure, though to nature seeming meet;
       Created, as thou art, to nobler end
       Holy and pure, conformity divine.
       Those tents thou sawest so pleasant, were the tents
       Of wickedness, wherein shall dwell his race
       Who slew his brother; studious they appear
       Of arts that polish life, inventers rare;
       Unmindful of their Maker, though his Spirit
       Taught them; but they his gifts acknowledged none.
       Yet they a beauteous offspring shall beget;
       For that fair female troop thou sawest, that seemed
       Of Goddesses, so blithe, so smooth, so gay,
       Yet empty of all good wherein consists
       Woman's domestick honour and chief praise;
       Bred only and completed to the taste
       Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance,
       To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye:
       To these that sober race of men, whose lives
       Religious titled them the sons of God,
       Shall yield up all their virtue, all their fame
       Ignobly, to the trains and to the smiles
       Of these fair atheists; and now swim in joy,
       Erelong to swim at large; and laugh, for which
       The world erelong a world of tears must weep.
       To whom thus Adam, of short joy bereft.
       O pity and shame, that they, who to live well
       Entered so fair, should turn aside to tread
       Paths indirect, or in the mid way faint!
       But still I see the tenour of Man's woe
       Holds on the same, from Woman to begin.
       From Man's effeminate slackness it begins,
       Said the Angel, who should better hold his place
       By wisdom, and superiour gifts received.
       But now prepare thee for another scene.
       He looked, and saw wide territory spread
       Before him, towns, and rural works between;
       Cities of men with lofty gates and towers,
       Concourse in arms, fierce faces threatening war,
       Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise;
       Part wield their arms, part curb the foaming steed,
       Single or in array of battle ranged
       Both horse and foot, nor idly mustering stood;
       One way a band select from forage drives
       A herd of beeves, fair oxen and fair kine,
       From a fat meadow ground; or fleecy flock,
       Ewes and their bleating lambs over the plain,
       Their booty; scarce with life the shepherds fly,
       But call in aid, which makes a bloody fray;
       With cruel tournament the squadrons join;
       Where cattle pastured late, now scattered lies
       With carcasses and arms the ensanguined field,
       Deserted: Others to a city strong
       Lay siege, encamped; by battery, scale, and mine,
       Assaulting; others from the wall defend
       With dart and javelin, stones, and sulphurous fire;
       On each hand slaughter, and gigantick deeds.
       In other part the sceptered heralds call
       To council, in the city-gates; anon
       Gray-headed men and grave, with warriours mixed,
       Assemble, and harangues are heard; but soon,
       In factious opposition; till at last,
       Of middle age one rising, eminent
       In wise deport, spake much of right and wrong,
       Of justice, or religion, truth, and peace,
       And judgement from above: him old and young
       Exploded, and had seized with violent hands,
       Had not a cloud descending snatched him thence
       Unseen amid the throng: so violence
       Proceeded, and oppression, and sword-law,
       Through all the plain, and refuge none was found.
       Adam was all in tears, and to his guide
       Lamenting turned full sad; O!what are these,
       Death's ministers, not men? who thus deal death
       Inhumanly to men, and multiply
       Ten thousandfold the sin of him who slew
       His brother: for of whom such massacre
       Make they, but of their brethren; men of men
       But who was that just man, whom had not Heaven
       Rescued, had in his righteousness been lost?
       To whom thus Michael. These are the product
       Of those ill-mated marriages thou sawest;
       Where good with bad were matched, who of themselves
       Abhor to join; and, by imprudence mixed,
       Produce prodigious births of body or mind.
       Such were these giants, men of high renown;
       For in those days might only shall be admired,
       And valour and heroick virtue called;
       To overcome in battle, and subdue
       Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
       Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
       Of human glory; and for glory done
       Of triumph, to be styled great conquerours
       Patrons of mankind, Gods, and sons of Gods;
       Destroyers rightlier called, and plagues of men.
       Thus fame shall be achieved, renown on earth;
       And what most merits fame, in silence hid.
       But he, the seventh from thee, whom thou beheldst
       The only righteous in a world preverse,
       And therefore hated, therefore so beset
       With foes, for daring single to be just,
       And utter odious truth, that God would come
       To judge them with his Saints; him the Most High
       Rapt in a balmy cloud with winged steeds
       Did, as thou sawest, receive, to walk with God
       High in salvation and the climes of bliss,
       Exempt from death; to show thee what reward
       Awaits the good; the rest what punishment;
       Which now direct thine eyes and soon behold.
       He looked, and saw the face of things quite changed;
       The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar;
       All now was turned to jollity and game,
       To luxury and riot, feast and dance;
       Marrying or prostituting, as befel,
       Rape or adultery, where passing fair
       Allured them; thence from cups to civil broils.
       At length a reverend sire among them came,
       And of their doings great dislike declared,
       And testified against their ways; he oft
       Frequented their assemblies, whereso met,
       Triumphs or festivals; and to them preached
       Conversion and repentance, as to souls
       In prison, under judgements imminent:
       But all in vain: which when he saw, he ceased
       Contending, and removed his tents far off;
       Then, from the mountain hewing timber tall,
       Began to build a vessel of huge bulk;
       Measured by cubit, length, and breadth, and highth;
       Smeared round with pitch; and in the side a door
       Contrived; and of provisions laid in large,
       For man and beast: when lo, a wonder strange!
       Of every beast, and bird, and insect small,
       Came sevens, and pairs; and entered in as taught
       Their order: last the sire and his three sons,
       With their four wives; and God made fast the door.
       Mean while the south-wind rose, and, with black wings
       Wide-hovering, all the clouds together drove
       From under Heaven; the hills to their supply
       Vapour, and exhalation dusk and moist,
       Sent up amain; and now the thickened sky
       Like a dark cieling stood; down rushed the rain
       Impetuous; and continued, till the earth
       No more was seen: the floating vessel swum
       Uplifted, and secure with beaked prow
       Rode tilting o'er the waves; all dwellings else
       Flood overwhelmed, and them with all their pomp
       Deep under water rolled; sea covered sea,
       Sea without shore; and in their palaces,
       Where luxury late reigned, sea-monsters whelped
       And stabled; of mankind, so numerous late,
       All left, in one small bottom swum imbarked.
       How didst thou grieve then, Adam, to behold
       The end of all thy offspring, end so sad,
       Depopulation! Thee another flood,
       Of tears and sorrow a flood, thee also drowned,
       And sunk thee as thy sons; till, gently reared
       By the Angel, on thy feet thou stoodest at last,
       Though comfortless; as when a father mourns
       His children, all in view destroyed at once;
       And scarce to the Angel utter'dst thus thy plaint.
       O visions ill foreseen! Better had I
       Lived ignorant of future! so had borne
       My part of evil only, each day's lot
       Enough to bear; those now, that were dispensed
       The burden of many ages, on me light
       At once, by my foreknowledge gaining birth
       Abortive, to torment me ere their being,
       With thought that they must be. Let no man seek
       Henceforth to be foretold, what shall befall
       Him or his children; evil he may be sure,
       Which neither his foreknowing can prevent;
       And he the future evil shall no less
       In apprehension than in substance feel,
       Grievous to bear: but that care now is past,
       Man is not whom to warn: those few escaped
       Famine and anguish will at last consume,
       Wandering that watery desart: I had hope,
       When violence was ceased, and war on earth,
       All would have then gone well; peace would have crowned
       With length of happy days the race of Man;
       But I was far deceived; for now I see
       Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.
       How comes it thus? unfold, celestial Guide,
       And whether here the race of Man will end.
       To whom thus Michael. Those, whom last thou sawest
       In triumph and luxurious wealth, are they
       First seen in acts of prowess eminent
       And great exploits, but of true virtue void;
       Who, having spilt much blood, and done much wast
       Subduing nations, and achieved thereby
       Fame in the world, high titles, and rich prey;
       Shall change their course to pleasure, ease, and sloth,
       Surfeit, and lust; till wantonness and pride
       Raise out of friendship hostile deeds in peace.
       The conquered also, and enslaved by war,
       Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose
       And fear of God; from whom their piety feigned
       In sharp contest of battle found no aid
       Against invaders; therefore, cooled in zeal,
       Thenceforth shall practice how to live secure,
       Worldly or dissolute, on what their lords
       Shall leave them to enjoy; for the earth shall bear
       More than enough, that temperance may be tried:
       So all shall turn degenerate, all depraved;
       Justice and temperance, truth and faith, forgot;
       One man except, the only son of light
       In a dark age, against example good,
       Against allurement, custom, and a world
       Offended: fearless of reproach and scorn,
       The grand-child, with twelve sons encreased, departs
       From Canaan, to a land hereafter called
       Egypt, divided by the river Nile;
       See where it flows, disgorging at seven mouths
       Into the sea: To sojourn in that land
       He comes, invited by a younger son
       In time of dearth; a son, whose worthy deeds
       Raise him to be the second in that realm
       Of Pharaoh: There he dies, and leaves his race
       Growing into a nation, and now grown
       Suspected to a sequent king, who seeks
       To stop their overgrowth, as inmate guests
       Or violence, he of their wicked ways
       Shall them admonish; and before them set
       The paths of righteousness, how much more safe
       And full of peace; denouncing wrath to come
       On their impenitence; and shall return
       Of them derided, but of God observed
       The one just man alive; by his command
       Shall build a wonderous ark, as thou beheldst,
       To save himself, and houshold, from amidst
       A world devote to universal wrack.
       No sooner he, with them of man and beast
       Select for life, shall in the ark be lodged,
       And sheltered round; but all the cataracts
       Of Heaven set open on the Earth shall pour
       Rain, day and night; all fountains of the deep,
       Broke up, shall heave the ocean to usurp
       Beyond all bounds; till inundation rise
       Above the highest hills: Then shall this mount
       Of Paradise by might of waves be moved
       Out of his place, pushed by the horned flood,
       With all his verdure spoiled, and trees adrift,
       Down the great river to the opening gulf,
       And there take root an island salt and bare,
       The haunt of seals, and orcs, and sea-mews' clang:
       To teach thee that God attributes to place
       No sanctity, if none be thither brought
       By men who there frequent, or therein dwell.
       And now, what further shall ensue, behold.
       He looked, and saw the ark hull on the flood,
       Which now abated; for the clouds were fled,
       Driven by a keen north-wind, that, blowing dry,
       Wrinkled the face of deluge, as decayed;
       And the clear sun on his wide watery glass
       Gazed hot, and of the fresh wave largely drew,
       As after thirst; which made their flowing shrink
       From standing lake to tripping ebb, that stole
       With soft foot towards the deep; who now had stopt
       His sluces, as the Heaven his windows shut.
       The ark no more now floats, but seems on ground,
       Fast on the top of some high mountain fixed.
       And now the tops of hills, as rocks, appear;
       With clamour thence the rapid currents drive,
       Towards the retreating sea, their furious tide.
       Forthwith from out the ark a raven flies,
       And after him, the surer messenger,
       A dove sent forth once and again to spy
       Green tree or ground, whereon his foot may light:
       The second time returning, in his bill
       An olive-leaf he brings, pacifick sign:
       Anon dry ground appears, and from his ark
       The ancient sire descends, with all his train;
       Then with uplifted hands, and eyes devout,
       Grateful to Heaven, over his head beholds
       A dewy cloud, and in the cloud a bow
       Conspicuous with three lifted colours gay,
       Betokening peace from God, and covenant new.
       Whereat the heart of Adam, erst so sad,
       Greatly rejoiced; and thus his joy broke forth.
       O thou, who future things canst represent
       As present, heavenly Instructer! I revive
       At this last sight; assured that Man shall live,
       With all the creatures, and their seed preserve.
       Far less I now lament for one whole world
       Of wicked sons destroyed, than I rejoice
       For one man found so perfect, and so just,
       That God vouchsafes to raise another world
       From him, and all his anger to forget.
       But say, what mean those coloured streaks in Heaven
       Distended, as the brow of God appeased?
       Or serve they, as a flowery verge, to bind
       The fluid skirts of that same watery cloud,
       Lest it again dissolve, and shower the earth?
       To whom the Arch-Angel. Dextrously thou aimest;
       So willingly doth God remit his ire,
       Though late repenting him of Man depraved;
       Grieved at his heart, when looking down he saw
       The whole earth filled with violence, and all flesh
       Corrupting each their way; yet, those removed,
       Such grace shall one just man find in his sight,
       That he relents, not to blot out mankind;
       And makes a covenant never to destroy
       The earth again by flood; nor let the sea
       Surpass his bounds; nor rain to drown the world,
       With man therein or beast; but, when he brings
       Over the earth a cloud, will therein set
       His triple-coloured bow, whereon to look,
       And call to mind his covenant: Day and night,
       Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost,
       Shall hold their course; till fire purge all things new,
       Both Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.