Just for fun: I enjoyed this passage describing Satan's entrance into Eden simply because it reminded me of rural Wisconsin.

     As one who long in populous City pent,
     Where houses thick and Sewers annoy the Aire,
     Forth issuing on a Summers Morn to breathe
     Among the pleasant Villages and Farmes
     Adjoynd, from each thing met conceaves delight,
     The smell of Grain, or tedded Grass, or Kine,
     Or Dairie, each rural sight, each rural sound . . .

Paradise Lost, Book IX, ll. 445-51