George Sterling - A Legend of the Dove lyrics

Soft from the linden's bough, Unmoved against the tranquil afternoon, Eve's dove laments her now: "Ah, gone! long gone! shall not I find thee soon?" That yearning in his voice Told not to Paradise a sorrow's tale: As other birds rejoice He sang, a brother to the nightingale. By twilight on her breast He saw the flower sleep, the star awake; And calling her from rest, Made all the dawn melodious for her sake. And then the Tempter's breath, The sword of exile and the mortal chain - The heritage of d**h That gave her heart to dust, his own to pain... In Eden desolate The seraph heard his lonely music swoon, As now, reiterate; "Ah, gone! long gone! shall I not find thee soon?"