Alone or mated,—solitude was not.
He heard, borne on the wind, the articulate voice
Of God, and Angels to his sight appeared
Crowning the glorious hills of Paradise;
Or through the groves gliding like morning mists
Enkindled by the sun. He sate and talked
With winged messengers who daily brought
To his small island in the ethereal deep
Tidings of joy and love. From those pure heights
(Whether of actual vision, sensible