Of curtain’d leaves, light spread, of greenest woof,
Glowing between the stoney window fret,
As shines such light of paradise men get,
Dark-barr’d by care which holdeth them aloof
And binds their souls within life’s twisted net.
But enter’d we the joyful Eden gate,
Where talk the trees of summer, and of green
More glorious than May’s bright head doth screen
Whereas she hideth from the flaming state,
When the all regal sun would penetrate,