Classic Poem

What sound was there?
An apple fallen, I declare,
Ripe and red, and we will share,
As we have shared so much beside:
No! let it stay,
It makes me think of mistress Eve,
And something might betide;
What if we too should have to grieve
The loss of this our paradise! —
But I've heard say,
From good Saint Jerome's comment wise,
Eve was away
When God did that commandment leave,
And therefore innocent was Eve:
Besides, no Snake is here to-day.