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150 And temperate vapors bland, which the only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwakened Eve, With tresses discomposed and glowing cheek, As though unquiet rest. He, on his side Leaning half-raised, with looks of cordial love, Hung over her enamored, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces; then, with voice Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, Her hand soft touching, whispered thus:—"Awake, My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever-new delight, Awake! the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How Nature paints her colors, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet."
 * Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye

On Adam, whom embracing thus she spake:
 * "O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,