Apples

When there is no more sea and no more sailing Will God go vintaging the wine-dark seas, Reaping gold apples of the storm and trailing To harvest home the lost Hesperides?

Will God, the gates that guard the river breaking, Annul the blinding gesture of the sword, And find the Tree, all other dreams forsaking, Whose apples are the knowledge of the Lord?

Forsaking dreams—forgiveness and salvation, Sins that were needless needlessly forgiven, Hell where he knew vicarious damnation And ghosts of rapture in a ghost of heaven?

No longer from self-knowledge then exempted Shall God the apple tasting Eve repeat Thus altered, saying, “By the devil tempted Through all these years I could and did not eat.”

Thus at the last shall Man and Maker pardon Eve’s ancient wrong, seeing that, though He cursed, Knowledge, alone of those who used the Garden God was afraid of apples from the first.

Thereafter as it was in the beginning, Before the spirit moved upon the deep, There shall be no more sea and no more sinning And God will share with his beloved sleep.