English poem
Ii
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"The Maker once appointed me-- I know not, and I care not why-- The lord of everything I see, Or if they walk, or swim, or fly, Whate'er they be.
"And all the earth whereon they dwell, And all the heavens they are inhaling, And powers, whereof I cannot tell-- Dark miscreants, supine and wailing, Until I fell.
"Twas good and glorious to believe; But now mv majesty is o'er; And I would give it all, and more, For one sweet glimpse of Eve.