Classic Poem

Steht ein Baum im schonen Garten

She Speaks:

Deep within a lovely garden
There's an apple on a tree;
And, about the boughs, a serpent
Coils itself and looks at me.
I can't take my eyes from off it,
While I hear its gentle hiss,
While its eyes burn with a promise
And a prophecy of bliss.

The Other Speaks:

'Tis the fruit of life you see there,
Taste it, do not let it fall;
Lest you throw away a lifetime
Without knowing life at all.
Come, my darling, my sweet pigeon,
Taste it, taste it, do not fear;
Follow my advice and thank me.
Trust your wise old aunt, my dear.