'Yet to-day, thou master of Lilith,--- Wrap me round in the form I'll borrow 'In the planted garden eastward in Eden, (Sing Eden Bower!) Where the river goes forth to water the garden, The springs shall dry and the soil shall harden. 'Yea, where the bride-sleep fell upon Adam, (Alas the hour!) None shall hear when the storm-wind whistles Through roses choked among thorns and thistles. 'Yea, beside the east-gate of Eden, (Sing Eden Bower!) Where God joined them and none might sever, The sword turns this way and that for ever. 'What of Adam cast out of Eden? (Alas the hour!) Lo! with care like a shadow shaken, He tills the hard earth whence he was taken. 'What of Eve too, cast out of Eden? (Sing Eden Bower!) Nay, but she, the bride of God's giving, 'Lo, God's grace, by the grace of Lilith! To Eve's womb, from our sweet to-morrow, 'Fold me fast, O God-snake of Eden ! (Sing Eden Bower!) What more prize than love to impel thee? 'Lo! two babes for Eve and for Adam ! Lo! sweet Snake, the travail and treasure,- 'The first is Cain and the second Abel: (Sing Eden Bower!) The soul of one shall be made thy brother, And thy tongue shall lap the blood of the other.' (Alas the hour!) THE CARD-DEALER. COULD you not drink her gaze like wine? Into the silence languidly As a tune into a tune, Those eyes unravel the coiled night And know the stars at noon. The gold that's heaped beside her hand, In truth rich prize it were; And rich the dreams that wreathe her brows With magic stillness there; And he were rich who should unwind That woven golden hair. Around her, where she sits, the dance And not more lightly or more true Fall there the dancers' feet Than fall her cards on the bright board As 'twere an heart that beat. Her fingers let them softly through, And each one as it falls reflects In swift light-shadowings, The great eyes of her rings. Whom plays she with? With thee, who lov'st Those gems upon her hand; With me, who search her secret brows; With all men, bless'd or bann'd. We play together, she and we, A land without any order,— Day even as night, (one saith,)Where who lieth down ariseth not Nor the sleeper awakeneth; A land of darkness as darkness itself What be her cards, you ask? Even these: The heart, that doth but crave More, having fed; the diamond, Skilled to make base seem brave; The club, for smiting in the dark; The spade, to dig a grave. And do you ask what game she plays? With me 'tis lost or won; With thee it is playing still; with him It is not well begun ; But 'tis a game she plays with all Beneath the sway o' the sun. Thou seest the card that falls,—she knows The card that followeth : Her game in thy tongue is called Life, As ebbs thy daily breath : When she shall speak, thou'lt learn her tongue And know she calls it Death. |