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v. c. clinton-baddeley - ralph hodgson: eve كلمات أغنية

eve, with her basket, was
deep in the bells and grass
wading in bells and grass
up to her knees
picking a dish of sweet
berries and plums to eat
down in the bell and grass
under the trees
mute as a mouse in a
corner the cobra lay
circled round a bough of the
cinnamon tall. . .
now to get even and
humble proud heaven and
now was the moment or
never at all
“eva!” each syllable
light as a flower fell
“eva!” he whispered the
wondering maid
soft as a bubble sung
out of a linnet’s lung
soft and most silverly
“eva!” he said
picture that orchard sprite
eve, with her body white
supple and smooth to her
slim finger tips
wondering, listening
listening, wondering
eve with a berry
half_way to her lips
oh had our simple eve
seen through the make_believe!
had she but known the
pretender he was!
out of the boughs he came
whispering still her name
tumbling in twenty rings
into the grass
here was the strangest pair
in the world anywhere
eve in the bells and grass
kneeling, and he
telling the story low. . .
singing birds saw them go
down the dark path to
the blasphemous tree
o what a clatter when
titmouse and jenny wren
saw him successful and
taking his leave!
how the birds rated him
how they all hated him!
how they all pitied
poor motherless eve!
picture her crying
outside in the lane
eve, with no dish of sweet
berries and plums to eat
haunting the gate of the
orchard in vain. . .
picture the lewd delight
under the hill to_night —
“eva!” the toast goes round
“eva!” again

- v c clinton baddeley

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