Poets

Last night some yellow letters fell From out a scrip I found by chance; Among them was the silent ghost, The spirit of my first romance:

Adam and Eve together stood Amid the crop they both were tending, While far away the feathery wood Of Eden in the wind was bending.

Tend me my birds, and bring again The brotherhood of woodland life, So shall I wear the seasons round A friend to need, a foe to strife;