John Milton,
Paradise Lost — Book 5
(1890)
“ Knew never till this irksome night. Methought, Close at mine ear, one called me forth to walk With gentle voice—I thought it thine. It said, 'Why sleepest thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the silent, save where silence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake40 Tunes sweetest his love-labored song; now reigns Full-orbed the moon, and, with more pleasing light, Shadowy sets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard. Heaven wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Nature's desire? ”
