For Eden

From my mind let not this fade:

The paradise of bygone age.

The bittersweet of Eden’s gate

through which only one passage made.

Tell me not if ever true

was sacred garden’s golden hue.

Tell me not if ever seen

was godly earth and godly tree.

Tell me not of tragic flight

of Cain, who wanders east of light.

Tell me not of burning guard

which stands in front of heaven’s yard.

For though eternal memory,

it lives, no less, but as a dream.

And though eternally removed

she pierces through an earth renewed.

And I have seen my Eden lost

upon the face of gentle love.