With ev’ning harps and matin, when God said,
Let the earth bring forth soul living in her kind:
Cattle and creeping things, and beast of the earth,
Each in their kind. The earth obey’d, and straight
Op’ning her fertile womb teem’d at a birth
Innumerous living creatures, perfect forms,
Limb’d and full grown....
There waited yet the master-work, the end
Of all yet done; a creature who, not prone
And brute as other creatures, but indu’d