Eve, with her basket, was
Deep in the flower and grass,
Wading in flower and grass
Up to her knees,
Picking a dish of sweet
Berries and plums to eat,
Down in the flower and grass
Under the trees.
Mute as a mouse in a
Corner the cobra lay,
Circled round a bough of the
tree tall. . . .
Now to get even and
Humble proud heaven and
Now was the moment or
Never at all.