The Battle of Darkness and Light . Джон Мильтон

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meet: What next I bring shall please thee, be assur’d, Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self, Thy wish, exactly to thy hearts desire.

      Hee ended, or I heard no more, for now

       My earthly by his Heav’nly overpowerd,

       Which it had long stood under, streind to the highth

       In that celestial Colloquie sublime,

       As with an object that excels the sense,

       Dazl’d and spent, sunk down, and sought repair

       Of sleep, which instantly fell on me, call’d

       By Nature as in aide, and clos’d mine eyes.

       Mine eyes he clos’d, but op’n left the Cell

       Of Fancie my internal sight, by which

       Abstract as in a transe methought I saw,

       Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape

       Still glorious before whom awake I stood;

       Who stooping op’nd my left side, and took

       From thence a Rib, with cordial spirits warme,

       And Life-blood streaming fresh; wide was the wound,

       But suddenly with flesh fill’d up & heal’d:

       The Rib he formd and fashond with his hands;

       Under his forming hands a Creature grew,

       Manlike, but different sex, so lovly faire,

       That what seemd fair in all the World, seemd now

       Mean, or in her summd up, in her containd

       And in her looks, which from that time infus’d

       Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,

       And into all things from her Aire inspir’d

       The spirit of love and amorous delight.

       She disappeerd, and left me dark, I wak’d

       To find her, or for ever to deplore

       Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure:

       When out of hope, behold her, not farr off,

       Such as I saw her in my dream, adornd

       With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow

       To make her amiable: On she came,

       Led by her Heav’nly Maker, though unseen,

       And guided by his voice, nor uninformd

       Of nuptial Sanctitie and marriage Rites:

       Grace was in all her steps, Heav’n in her Eye,

       In every gesture dignitie and love.

       I overjoyd could not forbear aloud.

      This turn hath made amends; thou hast fulfill’d

       Thy words, Creator bounteous and benigne,

       Giver of all things faire, but fairest this

       Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see

       Bone of my Bone, Flesh of my Flesh, my Self

       Before me; Woman is her Name, of Man

       Extracted; for this cause he shall forgoe

       Father and Mother, and to his Wife adhere;

       And they shall be one Flesh, one Heart, one Soule.

      She heard me thus, and though divinely brought,

       Yet Innocence and Virgin Modestie,

       Her vertue and the conscience of her worth,

       That would be woo’d, and not unsought be won,

       Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retir’d,

       The more desirable, or to say all,

       Nature her self, though pure of sinful thought,

       Wrought in her so, that seeing me, she turn’d;

       I follow’d her, she what was Honour knew,

       And with obsequious Majestie approv’d

       My pleaded reason. To the Nuptial Bowre

       I led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav’n,

       And happie Constellations on that houre

       Shed thir selectest influence; the Earth

       Gave sign of gratulation, and each Hill;

       Joyous the Birds; fresh Gales and gentle Aires

       Whisper’d it to the Woods, and from thir wings

       Flung Rose, flung Odours from the spicie Shrub,

       Disporting, till the amorous Bird of Night

       Sung Spousal, and bid haste the Eevning Starr

       On his Hill top, to light the bridal Lamp.

       Thus I have told thee all my State, and brought

       My Storie to the sum of earthly bliss

       Which I enjoy, and must confess to find

       In all things else delight indeed, but such

       As us’d or not, works in the mind no change,

       Nor vehement desire, these delicacies

       I mean of Taste, Sight, Smell, Herbs, Fruits, & Flours,

       Walks, and the melodie of Birds; but here

       Farr otherwise, transported I behold,

       Transported touch; here passion first I felt,

       Commotion strange, in all enjoyments else

       Superiour and unmov’d, here onely weake

       Against the charm of Beauties powerful glance.

       Or Nature faild in mee, and left some part

       Not proof enough such Object to sustain,

       Or from my side subducting, took perhaps

       More then enough; at least on her bestow’d

       Too much of Ornament, in outward shew

       Elaborate, of inward less exact.

       For

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