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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan

In Two Volumes. With a Portrait

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IV.

Now pray perceive, how over Eve
The fruits forbidden grow.
With hissing sound the Snake twines round,
His eyes like rubies glow.
‘Fair Eve,’ he says (in those old days
Snakes spoke) and louteth low,
‘This fruit you see upon the Tree
Shall make you see and know. . . .’
My bell I ring; I pull a string;
And on the self-same spot
Fair Eve doth eat the Fruit so sweet;
And this is true, God wot.