Classic Poem

Once out of Paradise
An Angel glanced down her white pinions
To a Soul on earth,
Where Lucifer as man disguised
Went forth.
And when this favorite Son of Morning saw
Her straying gaze escape
The Saint's communion, straight
He swept her from the parapets of innocence
And made her his.
Alas!
She who an Angel was became a passion flower,
And he was Satan as before,
With or without disguise
A fallen star, but always passion's courtier.
The darkness fell—
Night covered them;
Then came the awful sword play of the dawn—
And still she stayed with him
Nor got her back to those bright creatures—
Golden Gabriel,
The violet Israfel,
And all their sexless host above.

He called her Woman
And she named him Man;
Outcast of heaven and hell their child was born,
Not angel and not demon—just
A cross between,
Eden's lost daughter,