Milton wrote this in Paradise Lost: on the morning after the two had stolen the forbidden fruit, dawn moved her rosy footsteps in the east, scattering crystalline beads across the earth.
Adam woke at his usual hour, for his sleep was as light as air.
At the first fanning of dawn, the rustle of leaves, the faint sound of vapor rising from the stream, and the clear morning songs of birds in the branches would all fade away.
What surprised him even more was the sight of Eve asleep, her cloudlike hair in disarray, her cheeks flushed as though on fire, as if she had not rested well.
He propped himself up on one arm, leaning to one side as he gazed down at her beauty, which possessed a special charm whether she slept or woke.
Then, in a voice as gentle as a breeze caressing flower fairies, he softly stroked her hand and whispered to her.
"Wake, my beauty, my beloved, my newest gift. Let us see how the plants we have cultivated are sprouting, how myrrh and sweet cane drip with dew, how nature paints in brilliant colors, and how bees sip sweet nectar from the flowers."
"Pomona."
She jolted all over and looked at Snape, who had spoken.
"What are you doing?" The old bat, dressed all in black, frowned at her.
"Nothing." Pomona looked expressionlessly at the potted plant before her.
They were now in the basement greenhouse where fungi were cultivated. Before her stood Mandrakes infected with Dancing Acid. They barely moved anymore, and their leaves looked limp and lifeless.
"What happened to them?" the Potions master asked, looking at the Mandrakes.
Pomona pulled one Mandrake from its pot. It looked as though it had contracted some incurable disease. Not only had its entire body