Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Eve

   From the Old Irish

I am Eve, great Adam's wife,
I that wrought my children's loss,
I that wronged Jesus of life,
Mine by right had been the cross.

I a kingly house forsook,
Ill my choice and my disgrace,
Ill the counsel that I took
Withering me and all my race.

I that brought winter in
And the windy glistening sky,
I that brought sorrow and sin,
Hell and pain and terror, I.

1. The Seasons and the Leaves
2. A Dream of Being
3. In Dread
4. The Song of Joy
5. The Rain It Raineth

Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) Eve ("While I sit at the door")

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