Slim finger tips, 

 Wondering, listening, 

 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 stUl her name, 

 Tumbhng 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 his story low . . . 

 Singing birds saw them go 

 Down the dark path to 

 The blasphemous Tree. 



Oh 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. 



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