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EVE.
If the dove preached from her bough,
And the lamb from his sod;
The lamb and the dove
Were preachers sent from God.
And the lamb from his sod;
The lamb and the dove
Were preachers sent from God.
EVE.
"WHILE I sit at the door,
Sick to gaze within,
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.
Sick to gaze within,
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
As a tree my sin stands
To darken all lands;
Death is the fruit it bore.
"How have Eden bowers grown
Without Adam to bend them!
How have Eden flowers blown,
Squandering their sweet breath,
Without me to tend them!
The Tree of Life was ours,
Tree twelvefold-fruited,
Most lofty tree that flowers.
Most deeply rooted:
I chose the Tree of Death.
Without Adam to bend them!
How have Eden flowers blown,
Squandering their sweet breath,
Without me to tend them!
The Tree of Life was ours,
Tree twelvefold-fruited,
Most lofty tree that flowers.
Most deeply rooted:
I chose the Tree of Death.
"Hadst thou but said me nay,
Adam, my brother,
I might have pined away;
I, but none other:
Adam, my brother,
I might have pined away;
I, but none other:
