Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

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 Song of Joy
2. Averil
3. In Dread
4. In an Island
5. The Poet Saint

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

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