GOD made a Garden first for Man Where He and Man might walk together, Before the bitter days began And when 'twas always perfect weather; A garden full of fruit and flowers, The butterfly, the bee, the dew; Man had enough in those sweet bowers Before the old snake wriggled through. But when poor Man was driven away, Hobbled and sad, from those bright portals, When there was nothing more to say Between the stript unhappy mortals; When Eve went shivering in the wind, With all her sweetness nipt by frost, God put it into Adam's mind To build a House; so all's not lost! 'Twas built of clay and wattle boughs. So comfortable 'twas, the creeping Out of the rain into their House, To dream of Eden in their sleeping. He taught them next to capture Fire— The wild sprite of the roaring storm, And tether him to their desire Upon a hearthstone bright and warm. Yet there was something incomplete; They wept for their remembered blisses; Till God slipt something wondrous sweet Betwixt His anger and their kisses: The Woman shall make Home: He said: With children, and the hearth-fires burning, And with her bosom for his bed, My Adam praise Me night and morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN |