John Milton,
Paradise Lost — Book 7
(1890)
“ The Earth was formed, but, in the womb as yet Of waters, embryon immature, involved, Appeared not; over all the face of Earth Main ocean flowed, not idle, but, with warm Prolific humor softening all her globe,280 Fermented the great mother to conceive, Satiate with genial moisture; when God said: 'Be gathered now, ye waters, under heaven Into one place, and yet dry land appear!' Immediately the mountains huge appear, Emergent, and their broad bare backs up-heave Into the clouds; their tops ascend the sky. ”
