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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eve, with her basket, was <br>Deep in the bells and grass, <br>Wading in bells and grass <br>Up to her knees, <br>Picking a dish of sweet <br>Berries and plums to eat, <br>Down in the bell and grass <br>Under the trees. <br>Mute as a mouse in a <br>Corner the cobra lay, <br>Circled round a bough of the <br>Cinnamon tall. . . . <br>Now to get even and <br>Humble proud heaven and <br>Now was the moment or <br>Never at all. <br>'Eva!' Each syllable <br>Light as a flower fell, <br>'Eva!' he whispered the <br>Wondering maid, <br>Soft as a bubble sung <br>Out of a linnet's lung, <br>Soft and most silverly <br>'Eva!' he said. <br>Picture that orchard sprite, <br>Eve, with her body white, <br>Supple and smooth to her <br>Slim finger tips. <br>Wondering, listening, <br>Listening, wondering, <br>Eve with a berry <br>Half-way to her lips. <br>Oh had our simple Eve <br>Seen through the make-believe! <br>Had she but known the <br>Pretender he was! <br>Out of the boughs he came, <br>Whispering still her name, <br>Tumbling in twenty rings <br>Into the grass. <br>Here was the strangest pair <br>In the world anywhere, <br>Eve in the bells and grass <br>Kneeling, and he <br>Telling the story low. . . . <br>Singing birds saw them go <br>Down the dark path to <br>The Blasphemous Tree. <br>O what a clatter when <br>Titmouse and Jenny Wren <br>Saw him successful and <br>Taking his leave! <br>How the birds rated him, <br>How they all hated him! <br>How they all pitied <br>Poor motherless Eve! <br>Picture her crying <br>Outside in the lane, <br>Eve, with no dish of sweet <br>Berries and plums to eat, <br>Haunting the gate of the <br>Orchard in vain. . . . <br>Picture the lewd delight <br>Under the hill to-night - <br>'Eva!' the toast goes round, <br>'Eva!' again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Hodgson">Ralph Hodgson</a><div class=q>
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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, 
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