With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
[[234]]With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639.