Conglobe

His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread, / And vital virtue infused and vital warmth, / Throughout the fluid mass, but downward purged / The black, tartareous, cold, infernal, dregs / Adverse to life: then founded, then conglobed / Like things to like.

But what means this? The downy swathes combine, / Conglobe, the smothery coy-caressing stuff / Curdles about her!