With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.

Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.