John Milton: From ‘Paradise Lost’

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Whence thou returnst, and whither wentst, I know; For God is also in sleep, and Dreams advise Which he hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since with sorrow and hearts distress Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on; In mee is no delay; with thee to goe Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to mee Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou Who for my wilful crime art banisht hence This further consolation yet secure I carry hence; though all by mee is lost Such favour I unworthie am voutsaft By mee the Promis'd Seed shall all restorе So spake our Mother Eve, and Adam hеard Well pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill To thir fixt Station, all in bright array The Cherubim descended; on the ground Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat And vapour as the Libyan Air adust Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat In either hand the hastning Angel caught Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate Led them direct, and down the Cliff as fast To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes: Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon; The World was all before them, where to choose Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide: They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow Through Eden took thir solitarie way