With grateful smell, forth came the human pair85 And joined their vocal worship to the choir86 Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake 200 The season, prime for sweetest scents and airs:87 Then cómmune how that day they best may ply Their growing work: for much their work outgrew The hands’ dispatch of two gard’ning so wide.
They’re already overburdened by their need for control. You call this paradise?
