Whose seed is in herself upon the earth.
He scarce had said, when the bare earth, till then
Desert and bare, unsightly, unadorn’d,
Brought forth the tender grass, whose verdure clad
Her universal face with pleasant green;
Then herbs of every leaf, that sudden flower’d,
Op’ning their various colors, and made gay
Her bosom smelling sweet; and these scarce blown,
Forth flourish’d thick the clust’ring vine, forth crept
The swelling gourd, up stood the corny reed