  Hid anguished eyes upon Eve’s piteous breast. I am that Adam who, with broken wings, Fled from the Seraph’s brazen trumpetings. Betrayed and fugitive, I still must roam A world where sin—and beauty—whisper of home. Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden’s tree? Loosed from remorse and hope and love’s distress, Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness? No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve, But to heaven’s nothingness re-welcome Eve? |
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