Ralph Hodgson: Eve
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Eve, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees Picking a dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat Down in the bell and grass Under the trees Mute as a mouse in a Corner the cobra lay Circled round a bough of the Cinnamon tall. . . Now to get even and Humble proud heaven and Now was the moment or Never at all "Eva!" Each syllable Light as a flower fell "Eva!" he whispered the Wondering maid Soft as a bubble sung Out of a linnet's lung Soft and most silverly "Eva!" he said Picture that orchard sprite Eve, with her body white Supple and smooth to her Slim finger tips Wondering, listening Listening, wondering Eve with a berry Half-way to her lips Oh had our simple Eve Seen through the make-believe! Had she but known the Pretender he was! Out of the boughs he came Whispering still her name Tumbling in twenty rings Into the grass Here was the strangest pair In the world anywhere Eve in the bells and grass Kneeling, and he Telling the story low. . . Singing birds saw them go Down the dark path to The Blasphemous Tree O what a clatter when Titmouse and Jenny Wren Saw him successful and Taking his leave! How the birds rated him How they all hated him! How they all pitied Poor motherless Eve! Picture her crying Outside in the lane Eve, with no dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat Haunting the gate of the Orchard in vain. . . Picture the lewd delight Under the hill to-night — "Eva!" the toast goes round "Eva!" again
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- Ralph Hodgson