The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, October 1918
Eve
Eve
Light as the morning sprite
Poised for its flight,
Knowing no difference
'Tween wrong and right,
Eve stood before the tree,
And the serpent knowingly
Winked as he let her
Think he knew no better.
. . .
There hung the fateful fruit!
. . .
From state of ignorance
She takes her chance.
With a blind (or divine)
Impulse filled
She seized and ate,
And there thrilled
Through the earth a new light.
Then the serpent bit its tongue
With dismay and affright—
Before Adam he shed
A temptation as dread
And made him lay a blame
On the woman and a shame.
To this day no man knows
Eve the maiden rightly chose.
F. T.