Whom thus the angelic Virtue answered mild: “Adam, I therefore came; nor art thou such Created, or such place hast here to dwell, As may not oft invite, though Spirits of Heaven, To visit thee; lead on, then, where thy bower O’ershades; for these mid-hours, till evening rise, I have at will.” So to the sylvan lodge They came, that like Pomona’s arbour smiled, With flowerets decked and fragrant smells; but Eve, Undecked save with herself, more lovely fair Than wood-nymph, or the fairest goddess feigned Of three that in Mount Ida naked strove, Stood to entertain her guest from Heaven; no veil She needed, virtue-proof; no thought infirm Altered her cheek. On whom the Angel “Hail!” Bestowed, the holy salutation used Long after to blest Mary, second Eve: