English poem
Xv
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"Ah me!" she cried, "too true it is! A simple homely thing, like Eve, Hath not a chance to rival this, But must resign herself to grieve O'er by-gone bliss.
"Till now it was enough for me To be what God our Father made; Oh, Adam, I was proud to be (As I have felt, and thou hast said) A part of thee.
"No marvel that my lord can spare His true and heaven-appointed bride. And yet affection might have tried To fancy me as fair."