When the first dark had fallen around them <br />And the leaves were weary of praise, <br />In the clear silence Beauty found them <br />And shewed them all her ways. <br /> <br />In the high noon of the heavenly garden <br />Where the angels sunned with the birds, <br />Beauty, before their hearts could harden, <br />Had taught them heavenly words. <br /> <br />When they fled in the burning weather <br />And nothing dawned but a dream, <br />Beauty fasted their hands together <br />And cooled them at her stream. <br /> <br />And when day wearied and night grew stronger, <br />And they slept as the beautiful must, <br />Then she bided a little longer, <br />And blossomed from their dust.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adam-and-eve/
