To Gaze

'In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment

'Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.'

I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;

To find thee I directed then my walk;

And on, methought, alone I passed through ways

That brought me on a sudden to the tree

Of interdicted knowledge: fair it seemed,

Much fairer to my fancy than by day:

And, as I wondering looked, beside it stood

One shaped and winged like one of those from Heave... John Milton. Paradise Lost

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