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THE CRY OF EVE

Down the palm-way from Eden in the mid-night

Lay dreaming Eve by her outdriven mate,

Pillowed on lilies that still told the sweet

Of birth within the Garden's ecstasy.

Pitiful round her face that could not lose

Its memory of God's perfecting was strewn

Her troubled hair, and sigh grieved after sigh

Along her loveliness in the white moon.

Then sudden her dream, too cruelly impent

With pain, broke and a cry fled shuddering

Into the wounded stillness from her lips—

As, cold, she fearfully felt for his hand,

And tears, that had before ne'er visited

Her lids with anguish, drew from her the moan:

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"Oh, Adam! What have I dreamed?

Now do I understand His words, so dim

To creatures that had quivered but with bliss!

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