Our Lady Eve possessed the freedom to
Do as she pleased with grasses, roots, leaves, flowers,
And wander blithely through such gifts that grew
Benignly as her lawful many dowers.
But not the apple – so the contract said:
Forbidden, leave untouched, but hold in thrall;
And with one last stern look, she then was led
To wonder freely in her park – and fall.
The hemlock yields no balm, the fir no honey,
Nor will the nettle’s root produce a rose,
And if at midnight everything is sunny,
Our Lady Eve would not have needed clothes.
And Adam stumbled near behind his Eve,
Surprised, dishevelled, buttoning his sleeve.
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