12
The Lost Eden
So in an Eden
Dwelt he, of fantasies.
Here and not otherwhere
Eve was his bride.
Eve the hot-hearted!
Eve the wild spirit
Of quest—the adventurer!
Eve the unslaked.
She it was showed him
Where, in the midst
Of his pleasance, the knowledge-tree
Waiting him grew.
Wondrous the fruitage,
Maddening the taste therof;
Fiery like wine was it,
Fierce like a sting.
Straightway
