But We Did Walk In Eden
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But we did walk in Eden,
Eden, the garden of God;–
There, where no beckoning wonder
Of all the paths we trod,
No choiring sun-filled vineyard,
No voice of stream or bird,
But was some radiant oracle
And flaming with the Word!
Mine ears are dim with voices;
Mine eyes yet strive to see
The black things here to wonder at,
The mirth,–the misery.
Beloved, who wert with me there,
How came these shames to be?–
On what lost star are we?
Men say: The paths of gladness
By men were never trod!–
But we have walked in Eden,
Eden, the garden of God.