Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I saw that other life unroll;
I saw thee, Adam, far from here With Lilith on a wondrous sphere. (Bold, bold, the daring of a jealous heart.) 'Nay, tell me not I dreamed it all; Last night in sleep thou didst let fall Her name in tenderness; I bowed My stricken head and cried aloud. (Vast, vast the torment of a self-made woe.) 'And it was then, and not before, That Eden shut and barred its door. Alone in God's great world I seemed, Whilst thou of thy lost Lilith dreamed. (Oh, who can measure such wide loneliness.) 'Now every little breeze that sings, Sighs Lilith, like thy whisperings. Oh, where can sorrow hide its face, When Lilith, Lilith, fills all space?' (And Adam in the darkness spake no word.) SUMMER'S FAREWELL All in the time when Earth did most deplore |
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