In solitude, what happiness? asks Adam,
with all of Paradise before him, for him.
The birds of the air, the beasts of the field,
he sees them in their pairs, like with like,
yet sees no one like him, and so complains.
And God responds, though not with Eve at first,
not her, but with a question of His own.
What thinkst thou then of mee, and this my State?
Seem I to thee sufficiently possest
Of happiness, or not? who am alone
From all Etemitie, for none I know