And angel voices joined in harmony and sang to the chaste and pure; Paradise was their wedding-chamber, earth their dowry, and the stars of heaven rejoiced with gladsome radiance....  The kindness of heaven maintains eternal spring there; the tumultuous south wind does not penetrate, the clouds forsake an air which is always pure....  The soil has no need of rains to refresh it, and the plants prosper by virtue of their own dew.  The earth is always verdant, and its surface animated by a sweet warmth resplendent with beauty.  Herbs never abandon the hills, the trees never lose their leaves, etc.

And when Adam and Eve leave it, they find all the rest of the beautiful world ugly and narrow in comparison.  ’Day is dark to their eyes, and under the clear sun they complain that the light has disappeared.’

It was the reflection of their own condition in Nature.  Among heathen writers who were influenced, without being entirely swayed, by Christian teaching, and imitated the rhetorical Roman style in describing Nature, Apollonius Sidonius takes a prominent place.  In spite of many empty phrases and a stilted style, difficult to understand as well as to translate, his poems, and still more his letters, give many interesting pictures of the culture of his part of the fifth century.  In Carm. 2 he draws a highly—­coloured picture of the home of Pontius Leontas,[31] a fine country property, and paints the charms of the villa with all the art of his rhetoric and some real appreciation.  The meeting of the two rivers, the Garonne and the Dordogne, in the introduction is poetically rendered, and he goes on to describe the cool hall and grottos, state-rooms, pillars—­above all, the splendid view:  ’There on the top of the fortress I sit down and lean back and gaze at the mountains covered by olives, so dear to the Muse and the goats.  I shall wander in their shade, and believe that coward Daphne grants me her love.’  He delighted in unspoilt Nature, and describes: 

My fountain, which, as it flows from the mountain-side, is overshadowed by a many-covered grotto with its wide circle.  It needs not Art; Nature has given it grace.  That no artist’s hand has touched it is its charm; it is no masterpiece of skill, no hammer with resounding blow will adorn the rocks, nor marble fill up the place where the tufa is worn away.

He lays stress upon the contrast between culture and Nature, town luxury and country solitude, in his second letter to Domidius, and describes the beauties of his own modest estate with sentimental delight: 

You reproach me for loitering in the country; I might complain with more reason that you stay in the town when the earth shines in the light of spring, the ice is melting from the Alps, and the soil is marked by the dry fissures of tortuous furrows ... the stones in the stream, and the mud on the banks are dried up ... here neither nude statues, comic actors, nor Hippodrome