Eve and Eden.

And there she was ,that lucent fay
in lacquered,gold filigree wrought,
but often when the dream comes true
it is'nt what you always thought.

Thorns have grown around that memory
which once was my sportive meadow,
and where I did lose both my selves
one to shame and one to shadow.

Ye idols ! and all you feet of clay !
askew, a-cleat and unforgiving,
rejoice ,breathe, for now I turn
my ruined soul to the world of living.

Thou mournful land of doleful dirges
thou empty shell of Hadian clangor,
will thou let me hiss and whisper
my last two parting words in anger ?