Eastward among those trees, what glorious shape Comes this way moving

Back to the thicket slunk The guilty serpent

And seems a moving land and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out, a sea

And now on earth the seventh Evening arose in Eden

And now expecting Each hour their great adventurer, from the search Of foreign worlds

Now Night Her Course Began

The Creation of Fish and Birds

Satan’s Flight Through Chaos

Satan in Council

Adam and Eve