THE curse of Adam, the old curse of all, Though I inherit in this feverish life Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife, And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall, Yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall I taste, through thee, my Eva, my sweet wife. Then what was Man's lost Paradise! -- how rife Of bliss, since love is with him in his fall! Such as our own pure passion still might frame, Of this fair earth, and its delightful bow'rs, If no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came To trail its venom o'er the sweetest flow'rs; -- But oh! as many and such tears are ours, As only should be shed for guilt and shame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |