And continents, and winds, and oceans deep,
All shapes might throng to share, that fly, or walk, or creep:
“Might share in peace and innocence, for gore,
Or poison none this festal did pollute.
But, piled on high, an overflowing store
Of pomegranates, and citrons—fairest fruit,
Melons, and dates, and figs, and many a root
Sweet and sustaining, and bright grapes, ere yet
Accursed fire their mild juice could transmute
Into a mortal bane; and brown corn set