Eve’s spirit, wild and fair—
Crying with Eve’s own voice the number of her name.
Yea, turning in the whirlwind and the fire,
Eve saw her own proud being all entire
Made perfect by desire;
And from the rounded gladness of that sphere
Came bridal songs and harpings and fresh laughter;
“Glory unto the faithful,” sounded clear,
And then, a little after,
“Whoso denyeth aught, let him depart from here!”