Look how she stands, high on the steep facade

of the cathedral, near the window-rose,

simply, holding in her hand the apple,

judged for all time as the guiltless-guilty

for the growing fruit her body held

which she gave birth to after parting from

the circle of eternities. She left

to face the strange New Earth, so young in years.

Oh, how she would have loved to stay a little

longer in that enchanted garden, where

the peaceful gentle beasts grazed side by side.

But Adam was resolved to leave, to go

out into this New Earth, and facing death

she followed him. God she had hardly known.