I

My soul awoke from slumber — the long ease

Of years that passed away in dull content,

Not caring what the world's deep voices meant —

Sunk in my dreams, I heard their harmonies

Like wind-blown clamour of far-calling seas

That told of Ithaca to sailors spent

With trouble, and forgetful at the scent

And taste of fruit plucked from the lotus trees;

For as I slept, your footsteps on the grass,

Your voice, wrought once again the Miracle

Of Eden; and I saw appear and pass

Eve in her beauty, binding still the spell

That Adam felt, when from his opened side

Stepped Woman forth in loveliness and pride.