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Expire at Eden's door.
Each footstep of your treading

Treads out some fragrance which ye knew before.

Farewell! the flowers of Eden,
Ye shall smell nevermore.

[There is silence. ADAM and Eve fly on, and never look
back. Only a colossal shadow, as of the dark Angel
passing quickly, is cast upon the Sword-glare.

SCENE. The extremity of the Sword-glare.

Adam. Pausing a moment on this outer edge Where the supernal sword-glare cuts in light The dark exterior desert,-hast thou strength, Beloved, to look behind us to the gate?

Eve. Have I not strength to look up to thy face? Adam. We need be strong: yon spectacle of cloud Which seals the gate up to the final doom, Is God's seal manifest. There seem to lie A hundred thunders in it, dark and dead; The unmolten lightnings vein it motionless; And, outward from its depth, the self-moved sword Swings slow its awful gnomon of red fire From side to side, in pendulous horror slow, Across the stagnant, ghastly glare thrown flat On the intermediate ground from that to this. The angelic hosts, the archangelic pomps, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, rank on rank, Rising sublimely to the feet of God, On either side and overhead the gate, Show like a glittering and sustainëd smoke Drawn to an apex. That their faces shine Betwixt the solemn clasping of their wings

Clasped high to a silver point above their heads, We only guess from hence, and not discern.

Eve. Though we were near enough to see them shine, The shadow on thy face were awfuller, To me, at least, -to me than all their light. Adam. What is this, Eve? thou droppest heavily In a heap earthward, and thy body heaves Under the golden floodings of thine hair!

Eve. O Adam, Adam! by that name of EveThine Eve, thy life-which suits me little now, Seeing that I now confess myself thy death And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,I do adjure thee, put me straight away, Together with my name. Sweet, punish me! O Love, be just! and, ere we pass beyond The light cast outward by the fiery sword, Into the dark which earth must be to us, Bruise my head with thy foot, -as the curse said My seed shall the first tempter's! strike with curse, As God struck in the garden! and as HE, Being satisfied with justice and with wrath, Did roll His thunder gentler at the close, Thou, peradventure, may'st at last recoil To some soft need of mercy. Strike, my lord! I, also, after tempting, writhe on the ground, And I would feed on ashes from thine hand, As suits me, O my tempted!

Adam.

My beloved,

Mine Eve and life-I have no other name
For thee or for the sun than what ye are,
My utter life and light! If we have fallen,
It is that we have sinned, - we: God is just;
And, since His curse doth comprehend us both,
It must be that His balance holds the weights

Of first and last sin on a level.

What!

Shall I who had not virtue to stand straight

Among the hills of Eden, here assume

To mend the justice of the perfect God,

By piling up a curse upon His curse.

Against thee-thee

Eve.

For so, perchance, thy God

Might take thee into grace for scorning me;
Thy wrath against the sinner giving proof
Of inward abrogation of the sin.

And so, the blessed angels might come down

And walk with thee as erst,--I think they would,Because I was not near to make them sad

Or soil the rustling of their innocence.

Adam. They know me. I am deepest in the guilt,

If last in the transgression.

Eve.

Adam.

THOU!

If God,

Who gave the right and joyaunce of the world
Both unto thee and me,-gave thee to me.
The best gift last, the last sin was the worst,
Which sinned against more complement of gifts
And grace of giving. God! I render back
Strong benediction and perpetual praise
From mortal feeble lips (as incense-smoke,
Out of a little censer, may fill heaven),
That Thou, in striking my benumbed hands
And forcing them to drop all other boons
Of beauty and dominion and delight, -
Hast left this well-beloved Eve, this life
Within life, this best gift between their palms,
In gracious compensation!

Eve.

Is it thy voice?

Or some saluting angel's calling home

My feet into the garden ?

Adam.

O my God!

I, standing here between the glory and dark,
The glory of thy wrath projected forth
From Eden's wall, the dark of our distress
Which settles a step off in that drear world-
Lift up to Thee the hands from whence hath fallen
Only creation's sceptre, -thanking Thee
That rather Thou hast cast me out with her
Than left me lorn of her in paradise,
With angel looks and angel songs around
To show the absence of her eyes and voice,
And make society full desertness

Without her use in comfort!

Eve.

Where is loss?

Am I in Eden? can another speak
Mine own love's tongue ?

Adam.

Because with her, I stand

Upright, as far as can be in this fall,
And look away from heaven which doth accuse,
And look away from earth which doth convict,
Into her face, and crown my discrowned brow
Out of her love, and put the thought of her
Around me, for an Eden full of birds,
And lift her body up-thus-to my heart,
And with my lips upon her lips, thus, thus, -
Do quicken and sublimate my mortal breath
Which cannot climb against the grave's steep sides
But overtops this grief!

Eve.

I am renewed.

My eyes grow with the light which is in thine;
The silence of my heart is full of sound.
Hold me up-so! Because I comprehend
This human love, I shall not be afraid

Of any human death; and yet because
I know this strength of love, I seem to know
Death's strength by that same sign. Kiss on my lips,
To shut the door close on my rising soul,—
Lest it pass outwards in astonishment

And leave thee lonely.

Adam.

Yet thou liest, Eve,

Bent heavily on thyself across mine arm,
Thy face flat to the sky.

Eve. Ay! and the tears Running, as it might seem, my life from me, They run so fast and warm. Let me lie so, And weep so, as if in a dream or prayer, Unfastening, clasp by clasp, the hard, tight thought Which clipped my heart and showed me evermore Loathed of thy justice as I loathe the snake, And as the pure ones loathe our sin. To-day, All day, beloved, as we fled across This desolating radiance cast by swords Not suns,-my lips prayed soundless to myself, Striking against each other-'O Lord God!' ('Twas so I prayed) 'I ask Thee by my sin, 'And by thy curse, and by thy blameless heavens, 'Make dreadful haste to hide me from thy face 'And from the face of my beloved here 'For whom I am no helpmeet, quick away 'Into the new dark mystery of death! 'I will lie still there, I will make no plaint, 'I will not sigh, nor sob, nor speak a word, 'Nor struggle to come back beneath the sun 'Where peradventure I might sin anew 'Against Thy mercy and his pleasure. Death, 'Oh death, whate'er it be, is good enough 'For such as I am. ----While for Adam here

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