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My soul awoke from slumber—the long ease Of years that passed away in dull content, Not caring what the world's deep voices meant— Sunk in my dreams, I heard their harmonies Like wind-blown clamour of far-calling seas That told of Ithaca to sailors spent With trouble, and forgetful at the scent And taste of fruit plucked from the lotus trees;

For as I slept, your footsteps on the grass, Your voice, wrought once again the Miracle Of Eden; and I saw appear and pass Eve in her beauty, binding still the spell That Adam felt, when from his opened side Stepped Woman forth in loveliness and pride.