So saying, from the Tree her step she turnd,

But first low Reverence don, as to the power [ 835 ]

That dwelt within, whose presence had infusd

Into the plant sciential sap, derivd

From Nectar, drink of Gods. Adam the while

Waiting desirous her return, had wove

Of choicest Flours a Garland to adorne [ 840 ]

Her Tresses, and her rural labours crown,

As Reapers oft are wont thir Harvest Queen.

Great joy he promisd to his thoughts, and new

Solace in her return, so long delayd;

Yet oft his heart, divine of somthing ill, [ 845 ]

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