To whom the Angel with a smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, Love's proper hue,
Answer'd. "Let it suffice thee that you know'st
Us happy, and without Love no happiness.
Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy'st
(And pure thou wert created) we enjoy
In eminence, and obstacle find none
Of membrane, joint, or limb, exclusive bars:
Easier than Air with Air, if Spirits embrace,
Total they mix, . . .
When in Eternity Man converses with Man, they enter
Into each other's Bosom (which are Universes of delight)
In mutual interchange, and first their Emanations meet
Surrounded by their Children. If they embrace & comingle
The Human Four-fold Forms mingle also in thunders of Intellect
. . .
Once in a while, William Blake did not find John Milton's angels to be boring ;-)