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. 



RALPH HODGSON. 



THE CHILD IN THE STORY 

 AWAKES 



THE light of dawn rose on my dreams 

 And from afar I seemed to hear 

 In sleep the mellow blackbird call 

 Hollow and sweet and clear. 



I prythee, Nurse, my casement open. 

 Wildly the garden peals with singing. 



And hooting through the dewy pines 

 The goblins all are winging. 



O listen the droning of the bees. 



That in the roses take delight I 

 And see a cloud stays in the blue 



Like an angel still and bright. 



The gentle sky is spread like silk. 



And, Nurse, the moon doth languish there. 



As if it were a perfect jewel 



In the morning's soft-spun hair. 



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