Authors: Robert Graves
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1
The
All-Being
made,Down
in
Hebron
Vale,With
his
plastic
hands,
Adam
y
s
fair
form:And
five
hundred
years,Void
of
any
help,There
he
lingered
and
lay
Without
a
soul.He
again
did
form,In
calm
paradise,From
a
left-side
rib,
Bliss-throbbing
Eve.Seven
hours
they
wereThe
orchard
keeping,Till
Satan
brought
strife,
The
Lord
of
Hell
5
Thence
were
they
driven,Cold
and
shivering,To
gain
their
living,
Into
this
world.To
bring
forth
with
painTheir
sons
and
daughters,To
have
possession
Of
Asia’s
land.Twice
five,
ten
and
eight,She
was
self-bearing,The
mixed
burden
Of
man-woman.And
once,
not
hidden,She
brought
forth
Abel,And
Cain
the
solitary
Homicide.To
him
and
his
mateWas
given
a
spade,To
break
up
the
soil,
Thus
to
get
bread.10
The
wheat
pure
and
white,In
tilth
to
sow,Every
man
to
feed,
Till
great
yule
feast.An
angelic
handFrom
the
high
Father,Brought
seed
for
growing
That
Eve
might
sow;But
she
then
did
hideOf
the
gift
a
tenth,And
all
did
not
sow
In
what
was
dug.Black
rye
then
was
found,And
not
pure
wheat
grain,To
show
the
mischief
Thus
of
thieving.For
this
thievish
act,It
is
requisite,That
all
men
should
pay
Tithe
unto
God.15
Of
the
ruddy
wine,Planted
on
sunny
days,And
the
white
wheat
planted
On
new-moon
nights;The
wheat
rich
in
grain,And
red
flowing
wineChrist’s
pure
body
make,
Son
of
Alpha.The
wafer
is
flesh,The
wine,
spilt
blood,The
words
of
the
Trinity
Consecrate
them.The
concealed
booksFrom
Emmanuel’s
handsWere
brought
by
Raphael
As
Adam
’
s
gift.When
in
his
old
age,To
his
chin
immersedIn
Jordan’s
water,
He
kept
a
fast.20
Twelve
young
men,Four
of
them
angels,Sent
forth
branches
From
the
flower
Eve.
To
give
assistance,In
every
trouble,In
all
oppression,
While
they
wondered.Very
great
carePossessed
mankind,Until
they
obtained
The
tokens
of
grace.Moses
obtainedIn
great
necessityThe
aid
of
the
three
Dominical
rods.Solomon
obtainedIn
Babel’s
tower,All
the
sciences
Of
Asia
’
s
land.25
So
did
I
obtainIn
my
bardic
books,Asia
’s
sciences,
Europe
’
s
too.I
know
their
arts,Their
course
and
destiny,Their
going
and
coming
Until
the
end.Oh!
what
misery,Through
extreme
of
woe,Prophecy
will
show
On
Troia
’
s
race!A
chain-wearing
serpent,The
pitiless
hawkWith
winged
weapons,
From
Germany.Loegria
and
BritainShe
will
overrun,From
Lychlyn
sea-shore
To
the
Severn.