The Serpent greets her when she seeks the tree.
Serene, she sees the speckled tempter creep;
Gentle he seems,—perversest schemer deep,—
Yet endless pretexts ever fresh prefers,
Perverts her senses, revels when she errs,
Sneers when she weeps, regrets, repents she fell;
Then, deep revenged, reseeks the nether hell!
I.—THE APPROACH OF EVENING.
Idling, I sit in this mild twilight dim,
Whilst birds, in wild, swift vigils, circling skim.