Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemmed Their blossoms. With high woods the hills were crowned, With tufts the valleys and each fountain-side, With borders long the rivers; that Earth now Seemed like to Heaven, a seat where gods might dwell, Or wander with delight, and love to haunt Her sacred shades; though God had yet not rained Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground None was, but from the Earth a dewy mist Went up and watered all the ground, and each Plant of the field, which ere it was in the Earth God made, and every herb, before it grew On the green stem. God saw that it was good; So even and morn recorded the third day.