252 PARADISE LOST. Boom IX. A death to think ! Confirm'd then I refolve, 830 Adam (hall (hare with me in blifs or woe : So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could indure ; without him, live no life. So laying, from the tree her flep the turn'd, But firft low reverence done, as to the Pow'r 835 That dwelt wi,hin ; whole pretence had infus'd Into the plant tclential lap, deriv'd From Nectar, drink of Gods Adam the while, Waiting defirous her return, had wove Of choiceft flovv'rs a garland, to adorn 840 Her treffes, and her rural labors crown As reapers oft are wont their Harveft-Queen. Greatjoy he promis'd to his thoughts, and new Solace in her return, fo long delay'd Yet oft his heart, divine of fomething ill, 845 Mifgave him; he the faultring meature felt ; And forth to meet her went, the way the took That morn, when firft they parted. By the Tree Of Knowledge he mutt pals; there he her met, Scarce from the tree returning ; in her hand 850 A bough of fairett fruit, that downy frhird, Ncw gather'd, and ambrofial tmell d:ffus'd. To him the hatted ; in her face excufe Came prologue, and apology too prompt ; Which, with bland words at will, the thus addrefl. 855 Hall thou not wondeed, Adam, at my flay ? Thee I have mifs'd, and thought it long, depriv'd Thy pretence ; agony of love ! till now Not felt, nor (hall be twice ; for never more Mean 1 to try, (what rafh untry'd 1 fought) 86o 'I he pain of abtence frcm thy fiJit. But flrange Hi,th been the cattle, 4nd wonderful to hear. This
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