Потерянный рай - Сейс Нотебоом

With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms:

Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon;

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

They, hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitary way.

John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book XII[70]