Classic Poem

Eve roved in Paradise, I've heard,
With no more baggage than a bird;
Exiled, she soon found necessary
More garments than she liked to carry;
Adam devised valise & sack,
And trunk & tray her weeds to pack,
But when the hatbox he invented,
Dear Eve declared herself contented;
Eden was well—Angels prefer it—
She thought the outworld had its merit;
And now transmits to Ellen dear
This sable cube of comfort here.