Classic Poem

After the morning and the evening blushed
Obedient to His rod,
'Twas then the daring thought of Adam flushed
The veiled brow of God;

But ere the maiden-mother of the race
In His mind lay unfurled,
Whose beauty, later, for a moment's space
Made God forget His world.

The sullen Earth was as an iron lyre
With leaden chords forlorn;
The air was empty of all tense desire, —
E'en Hope had not been born:

Then she, whose coming thrilled the ether through
Where all before was dearth,
Dropt like a roseate star in Eden dew —
And Love was on the Earth.