London. A marketplace between The Tower and The Thames. The bustle of a noisy and colourful crowd. ADAM, as a man of mature years, stands with LUCIFER on one of the bastions of The Tower. Twilight.
mingling with the noise of the crowd, accompanied by soft music
Lifes an ocean, roaring, tidal,
Every breaker bears a world,
One flung upward, one dragged downward,
Who cares which way they are hurled? -
You fear now for the individual
Engulfed by masses, then you feel
For millions of vanquished subjects
Ground under the tyrants heel.
You fear for Poetry the one day,
The state of Science ruins the next,
Lock the waves up in your system,
Rind the breakers in a text.
Struggle as you will, grow weary,
Waters all you stand to gain,
The roaring splendour of the ocean
Laughs and thunders in disdain.
Let it thunder, life will govern
All the strands of her domain.
Nothings lost, however many
Battles she may fight. The years
Pass and leave her ever youthful:
Her siren voice attends your ears.
This is the world I always hungered for,
My path lay through a maze until this vision,
But now the way lies clear in front of me,
I hear the cheerful song of competition.
Like hymns it sounds good from a certain height,
All croaks and sighs and moans are sweetly mingled
And sound delightful once they reach us here. -
God hears it this way too, and that is why
He thinks his world is such a great success.
Down there, however, it sounds rather different,
There you can hear the beating of its heart.
You sceptical old mocker, isnt this
A finer world than those youve dragged me through?
The overgrown retaining walls have crumbled,
The terrifying ghosts once showered with honours,
That they might torment the future, have all gone.
Free competition opens up the road,
No pyramids, nor slaves to bear the load.
From such a height youd not have heard the sound
Of slaves groaning in Egypt, come to that;
In other ways the work is quite sublime!
From such a height, do not the noble people
Of Athens appear to act most prudently
In sacrificing one great, kindly man
In order to forestall some likely danger;
And do we not, for similar reasons, shun
Effeminate tears and such prevarications?
Now thats enough, you obstinate old sophist!
Assume youre right - the groans have died away.
What we have now is a vast level plain. -
What peaks attract us? Or what depths? What fears?
Where is lifes variety and sweetness?
No shining floods, no tussling with the sea -
Its all mud flats, a colony of toads.
We have the common good for compensation.
Look from this high perch we may pass judgment
On life as it crawls by beneath our feet
Just as the historical writers do.
They hear no groaning or cracked voices. All
They hear is the faint music of the past.
I see that even Satan grows romantic
Or else doctrinaire. Thats quite a landmark.
LUCIFER pointing to The Tower
No wonder, since the very spot we stand on
In the modern world is haunted by the past.
Ive no use for this broken down old tower,
Im happy to descend to the new world,
I do not doubt that I will rediscover
Ideals and poetry within its waves. -
It may well be that they no longer rend
The sky in open and titanic struggle,
But in their modest way they may create
A world that is more human, more attractive.
It would indeed be pointless to doubt that.
As long as the material world exists
My power to negate its opposite
Remains. While men have hearts and minds that can
Conceive ideas, and while authority
Persists in circumscribing their desires,
Ideas and poetry, in their own way,
Their proper spheres, will go saying No. -
But what shape do you think we ought to take
Before we join that busy crowd below?
The way were dressed we cannot leave this mound,
Where images of ancient days swirl round.
What shapes you like. Thank heaven, no man stands
Above his fellows now. And so to know
Their hearts lets mingle with the throng below!
They both descend into The Tower, and emerge below, dressed as labourer: They mingle with the crowd. A PUPPETEER is standing by his booth, on which there squats a little scarlet coated monkey on a chain
This way, this way, my fine gentlemen,
The performance will begin in half a minute.
The piece is a delightful comedy
In which youll see the Serpent as he tempts
Our mother Eve, whose curiosity
Succeeds in bringing down her husband Adam.
And you will see this agile little monkey
Impersonate man with great dignity;
And after that a bear plays dancing master.
Step this way, my fine gentlemen, this way!
The crowd jostle around his booth
Hear that, Adam? Theyre talking about us.
It must be nice to have been given a part
That even after twice three thousand years
Still has the youngsters rolling in the aisles.
A joke in poor taste. Come on, lets be going.
Poor taste? Just look how theyre enjoying it,
Those red-cheeked lads who half an hour ago
Were dozing at their desks with dull old Nepos.
And who is to say whos right? The ones who stride
Through life, conscious of their waking power,
Or those with tired brains who stumble out? -
Do you derive more pleasure from your Shakespeare
Than they do from this monstrous taradiddle?
The monstrosity of it is what disturbs me.
The air of Greece still clings to you. Now listen,
I am the son - or father, if you will,
It makes no difference in the spirit world -
Of a new movement called Romanticism
And I take special joy in monstrous sights.
An apelike grin across the human face;
No purity - a mud pie in its place;
All feelings twisted, hair-shirts for remorse,
And pious hymns out of the mouths of whores;
The flattery of mean things, pettiness;
The burned-out rakehell cursing tenderness -
These help me to forget my lost domain:
I change my shape, and lo! I live again.
PUPPETEER tapping ADAMs shoulder
How come youre in the front row of the stalls,
Bird-brain? Only those who are tired of life
And ready to hang themselves, give shows for free.
ADAM and LUCIFER move off, A young FLOWER GIRL appears, selling violets
Sweet violets, the first blooms of the year,
The messengers of spring. Come buy from me!
This tender flower provides the orphans bread
And lends the poor a touch of finery. -
A MOTHER buying some violets
Ill take a few to deck my poor dead child.
ANOTHER GIRL also buying
Theyre sure to look nice with my long dark hair.
Sweet violets, come gentlemen, come buy!
She moves away
A JEWELLER in his booth
Those weeds are always our competitors
And we can never drive them out of fashion.
A lovely neck should only be adorned
With precious pearls - for after all, thats why
The diver braves the perils of the deep,
Confronting all those monsters in the ocean.
Two middle-class GIRLS enter
What lovely fabrics! And the jewellery!
Some kind admirer might make us a gift.
If they buy gifts today its sure to be
For dubious, disgusting motives. Ugh!
Not even then, my dear. Their taste is poor.
Theyre ruined by caviar and the common whore.
Thats why theyre too arrogant to care
For girls like us.
Or much too shy to dare.
They go. Under the shadow of a tree drinks are being served to rowdy WORKMEN who are sitting round a table. Music and dancing in the background. Soldiers, bourgeois and other miscellaneous people are strolling about, enjoying themselves
INNKEEPER among his customers
Drink up, my lads, dont mourn for yesterday,
Tomorrow is a shore man never reaches,
The Lord provides for all his little sparrows,
And all is vanity, the good book teaches.
Now this philosophy appeals to me.
Lets take a seat on this nice shady bench
And see how cheaply men amuse themselves
With sour wine and a bit of jangling music.
FIRST WORKMAN at the table
I tell you those machines are devils work,
They snatch the bread out of our very mouths.
As long as theres enough to drink, forget them.
Its those devils, the rich, who suck our blood.
If a rich man turned up now Id give him hell.
We should take action, like we did before.
What use is that? Youd hang before the day
Was out, and wed go on the same old way.
What idle talk, so let the rich man come -
I wouldnt fight, Id sit him down beside me -
Wed soon see who could drink the other under.
INNKEEPER to ADAM
What can I fetch you, sir?
Why, nothing, thank you.
Off with you then, you pair of good-for-nothings!
Or do you think I live on stolen earnings,
Or that my wife and kids should go out begging?
How dare you, sir?
Ignore the guttersnipe!
Lets go - why should we waste our time observing
Mankind degenerating into brutes.
But this is what Ive looked for all these years,
A place where we could have a splendid time.
The din of merriment, abandoned laughter,
The kindling of the Bacchanalian fire
To bring a rosy glow to every cheek,
And lend a foolish mask to poverty.
Isnt it splendid?
No, it makes me sick.
In the meantime they have reached a group of dancers. Two BEGGARS approach quarrelling
Its my pitch this, Ive got a licence for it.
Have pity on me or I die. Its over
A fortnight since I lost my steady job.
In that case you cant be a genuine beggar.
Be off, you bungler, or I call the law.
The SECOND BEGGAR slinks away. The FIRST BEGGAR takes up his position
Alms for Christs sake and His sacred wounds,
Give alms, good masters, to the suffering! -
An APPRENTICE is dancing with a GIRL. A nearby SOLDIER pulls her away from him
Be off, you peasant! Do you fancy yourself
As something special?
You might be right, at that.
You might find out.
Dont touch him. Let him be.
He has the lot, the power and the glory.
But why drive home the point with such contempt?
Hasnt the leech sucked too much blood already?
A WHORE singing
The golden apple had been won
From the dragon long ago,
On trees a thousand apples grow
But where have all the dragons gone?
Youre crazy if you stand and stare
Too scared to grab whats hanging there.
She rubs herself against a young man
LUCIFER absorbed by the sight of the merriment
You see I like this piece of coquetry.
The rich man should display his store of riches.
A trunk of gold might just as well be sand
If a miser only sits on it all day.
How moving is this puppys jealousy!
And how he hangs on the girls every glance
He feels the glory of the passing minute,
Although he knows - but oh, why should he care -
That soon shell be in someone elses arms.
ADAM to one of the MUSICIANS
Why do you waste your talent on this rubbish!
Tell me, do you like what you are playing?
Like it? Good Heavens, no! Its endless torture
Grinding out this stuff from day to day,
To see men dance and hear them bawl for more.
This awful racket even haunts my dreams.
But what can I do? How else can I live?
LUCIFER still absorbed by the surrounding activity
Ah, who would have imagined giddy youth
Was capable of such philosophy? -
This girl here knows the present hour of pleasure
Is far from being the last one of her life,
While she embraces one man her eyes seek
Some new adventure - Ah, my precious children;
Youve no idea how gratifying this is!
That you should labour for me with a smile!
I bless you all with sin and poverty.
SECOND APPRENTICE singing
A worker when his week is done
Will sing and dance both night and mom,
Hell kiss the girls, go on the booze,
And laugh Old Nick himself to scorn.
We hear the closing bars of a hymn. EVE, a respectable middle-class girl, leaves the church with her MOTHER. She is holding a prayer-book and a bunch of flowers
Just take a look at this, my dear young lady!
You wont find better prices anywhere.
Dont you believe it, he will sell you short,
His goods are second rate. Step this way, lady!
Ah Lucifer! Just look, while you insist
On wasting our time in this squalid place
The figure of Salvation passes by!
It wouldnt be the first time that has happened. -
She has just come from the church, how sweet, how lovely!
She went there to be seen, perhaps to see.
Keep your icy cynical hands off her.
Beatitude still sits upon her lips.
Youre a convert, I see - a real pietist.
You miss the point, my own heart may be cold
But thats my business: for her sake I would wish
Her maiden heart to overrun with faith,
With sacred verse, the music of the past
And all the immaculate virgin bloom of flowers.
Which one is she, show me this piece of heaven -
Even the devil cannot be expected
To know your preferences all the time,
Enough that he allows you to possess them.
Oh how could it be anyone but her?
So speaks the woodpecker who finds a worm,
He looks about suspiciously, believing
That he has caught the tastiest of titbits
While all the time the dove looks on disgusted.
So each man finds his own peculiar
Salvation-often on the very spot
His friends played havoc with and left to rot.
What dignity, what chastity, what virtue;
I hardly dare address myself to her.
Come now, youre no novice with the women,
If we Look carefully well find her price.
Though she might be too expensive.
A YOUTH shyly approaches EVE and offers her a piece of gingerbread
Young lady, be so kind as to accept
This sweetmeat from my hand: it bears my heart.
How kind, dear Arthur, to remember me.
How long since we last met; why dont you visit?
They talk quietly. ADAM watches them excitedly, until the YOUTH leaves
Can this mere youth accomplish that which I,
A full grown man, vainly desire to do? -
How intimate they are, and how she smiles -
And waves to him - what suffering, what torture!
Ive got to speak to her.
He approaches EVE
Well, Arthurs parents
Are wealthy enough, its true, but I dont know
How they regard his friendship with you, dear.
Take care not to discourage other suitors -
Like that boy who sent you flowers just this morning.
Ladies, do allow me to escort you,
And shield you from the milling of the crowd.
Be off, importunate!
Or do you think my daughter is the sort
That men can proposition in broad daylight?
How else to talk to her? Ive often dreamed
Of this most perfect, loveliest of women.
Your dreams are your affair, dream what you like;
My daughters charms are not intended
For ragamuffins such as you, my man. -
ADAM stands confused while a GYPSY WOMAN approaches EVE
Ah precious lady, worlds delight,
Show your tiny hand so white.
Your happy fate you may behold,
And gild your life a thousandfold.
Looking at her palms
I see a handsome husband - wealth,
A host of children, and sound health.
They give her money
LUCIFER pointing to ADAM
Cousin, do tell us something of my friend. -
I cant see clearly - hunger or the rope.
ADAM to EVE
I beg you, dont dismiss me from your presence,
I feel your heart was made to join with mine.
Mother, you cannot permit this -
Or Ill call the police.
Dont harm him - perhaps
Hell come to his senses. He has committed no crime.
They hurry away
O poetry, are you to disappear
Completely from this too prosaic world?
By no means! Why, what is this gingerbread,
This bunch of flowers, this dancing and this garden
But poetry? Be less choosy: youll find
Dream-fodder enough to occupy your mind.
What use is that when opportunism
And greed lurk in their midst, when selflessness
And nobility are nowhere to be found.
They still exist at school, in the old classroom,
The life there is not all economy,
Not yet. And look, here come a few such lads.
A few SCHOLARS come strolling by
Cheer up lads, now for some fun.
No more chalk dust, school is done.
But not in town. I do hate all
Its rules and shops and tradesmans stalls.
Lets pick a fight with someone then.
Its more exciting - live like men!
Lets make off with the soldiers whores.
Well steal them from their very laps
And straightaway well have a war.
Then cut across the fields. Perhaps
Well have enough for drinks and dances,
And for a while well live like princes
Among flushed faces, with the memory
Of our battles and our victory.
Brilliant, shock the philistines.
Like soldiers well enforce our lines,
Its right for us to have our fling,
Before, in due time, we take wing -
Our energies then, like as not,
Will turn us into patriots.
They hurry away
Theres a fine sight in a world gone flat,
I feel it holds the germ of better times.
Youll soon see what becomes of that small germ
Once it has shaken off the classroom dust.
Two industrialists are approaching.
They were much the same as those lads in their youth.
Two INDUSTRIALISTS approach, conversing
Its quite impossible, I cant compete,
Since everyone demands the cheapest goods,
Ill have to drop the quality of my produce.
Well have to lower the workers rates of pay.
It cant be done, theyre all still up in arms,
Saying they cant afford to live, the dogs;
There may well be a spark of truth in that,
But after all, who told them to get married,
Who tells them to get half a dozen children?
Then we must take a firmer grip on them
They should labour in the plant for half the night
And find the other half quite rest enough,
Since dreaming for their kind serves little purpose.
Away with them! - Why did you let me see them. -
And tell me where that girl has disappeared to? -
Show your power now, Lucifer, assist me
And make her listen to me.
Power is not to be wasted on such trifles.
A trifle to you but the whole world to me.
Then so be it, go win her, but control
Your feelings, dont be afraid of lying, speak
As I prompt you and shell soon be in your arms.
Aloud, so that the GYPSY WOMAN listening behind them should hear
And so you see, my lord, how inadvisable
It is to go disguised among the people,
At every turn we meet with some new insult,
If only these men knew four of our ships
Have but today returned from India,
Theyd treat you differently.
Yes, I suppose so.
GYPSY WOMAN aside
This nugget should be worth a pretty penny.
A word with you - you came disguised and so
I punished you with forecasts of ill fortune,
Since, as you know, you cannot keep a secret
From one who is an old chum of the devil.
Youre all I need, you ancient harridan!
Those ships of yours arrive this very day,
But what is cause for even greater pleasure,
A beautiful girl is pining for your love.
And how should I win her?
Why, shes yours already.
She turned me away.
Thats just why shell be yours.
Youll see, shell come back in a little while.
Remember then the fortune-tellers words.
Lucifer, this old girl will outflank you,
Ill not dispute her shining attributes,
For now she can play devils substitute. -
A QUACK-DOCTOR arrives on a cart to the sound of a trumpet. He takes his place centre stage, surrounded by the crowds
Get out of my way - I demand respect,
This head of mine has grown grey in pursuit
Of knowledge, in the ceaseless quarrying
Of natures hidden secrets.
Who is this
Remarkable popinjay, Lucifer?
Science, who has turned showman to survive,
The very science you studied in the past,
Now needs to make a rather louder noise.
I never went to such extremes as this.
Shame on him!
Its not the fellows fault,
He is afraid and would prefer to save
Himself that old inscription on ones grave:
Ex gratia speciali
Mortuus in hospitali.
Since he has sacrificed both day and night
To others, he must have earned some small respite.
Labouring long for the benefit of mankind,
Behold, I bring you the fruits of my physic:
This little phial contains the true elixir
Which restores the youth of the aged and the sick.
The very drug the pharaohs used to swear by,
Tancreds magic potion, Helens balm
That made her beautiful, and Keplers secret
Gleaned from the fateful stars and his own palm.
Do you hear what he is selling? The light we sought
In years to come he seeks in days gone by.
The present age never receives due honour:
As in his bedroom no mans fame bears study,
Its like the wife we wed ten years ago,
Weve counted every blemish on her body.
Come buy, whoever buys, you wont regret it,
If you dont buy it now you might not get it.
A VOICE IN THE CROWD
Whatever it is, it will do quite nicely. -
What luck. Ill buy it, even though its pricy.
You see these people - sceptics to a man,
And yet theyll grab what miracles they can.
EVE returns with her MOTHER, the GYPSY WOMAN follows them whispering
Your words are useless: we know what you are.
So curse me heaven if I tell a lie.
This nobleman is so in love with you
Hed take you for his mistress straightaway.
Youd Live like a princess, with coach and four
To gallop you to dances or a play.
Just think of it, its certainly much better
Than mouldering away ones married life
In some evil smelling, filthy, cobblers shop.
And there he is - just look, hes searching for you.
Its annoying that he hasnt noticed me. -
His hands are elegant, his posture noble. -
Even his friend looks quite acceptable,
His nose is hooked, his legs are bandy, true.
But so respectable, a man of mature years. -
Ill go now, dear. Youll get on so much better
If I leave you two alone a little while.
GYPSY WOMAN to ADAM
Here is the girl, see how she sighs for you. -
Ill fly to her - what pleasure, oh what pleasure!
But sir, youll not forget your go-between.
LUCIFER paying her
The money is my friends, the handshake mine.
GYPSY WOMAN screaming out
Aah, what a grip you have!
How pleased youd be
If you were what you claimed, you withered hag!
EVE to ADAM
You could buy me a little present if you liked,
That nice cosmetic lotion offered there. -
Your face embodies all a womans charms,
And no cosmetic Lotion could match that.
The QUACK-DOCTOR departs as they talk
Ah, you are generous.
Dont embarrass me:
Ill drape your lovely neck with pearls and diamonds,
But not in order to embellish it;
They could not gleam in a more perfect setting. -
I saw a lot of jewellers down there,
But they are not for poor girls such as I.
Well, let us see them.
Theres no need for that,
It so happens I have some fine gems with me.
He hands over some jewellery which EVE examines and tries out with great happiness
How kind, how lovely, my friends will be so jealous.
ADAM pointing to the heart-shaped biscuit given by the youth
But not this heart - lets see no more of it.
Ill throw the thing away if it offends you.
She throws the heart down
Quite right, Ill step on it.
He grinds it under heel
I heard a scream, or did I fancy it?
As she speaks a condemned man is carried across the stage on a cart, the crowd jostling in its wake
VOICES FROM THE CROWD
Hurry up. - I told you he was windy. -
Hes still struggling. - Get up and follow him!
What is all this crush and noise about?
A hanging. We are lucky to be here.
Lets follow them, its such a thrilling sight,
Itll give me a chance to show the pearls off too.
What has the scoundrel done?
Ive no idea.
It doesnt really matter but Ill tell you:
He worked for years in Lovels factory,
But lead is poison and he would inhale it
And while he spent some weeks in hospital,
His pretty little wife fell on hard times,
And Lovels son being young and generous,
They found each other and forgot their troubles. -
Cheerly old mate! - Youll die a martyrs death,
And we will keep your reputation shining.
The man recovered, couldnt find his wife,
His post was filled, he couldnt get another,
He grew hot tempered, dared to utter threats,
Then Lovels son slapped him across the face.
The poor wretch seized a knife that lay close by -
And there he goes - old Lovel lost his senses. -
And as he speaks, LOVEL appears, half crazed with grief
You lie, you lie, its not I who is mad,
Do I not hear my sons wounds whispering?
Take it, take all of it, my endless wealth,
Id rather not hear. Id sooner lose my reason!
THIRD WORKMAN to the condemned man
Courage, the day of reckoning will come.
Go with raised head, they are the guilty ones. -
The condemned man leaves with his retinue
The sight freezes my marrow, why does it haunt me?
Who could tell here who is more to blame?
Perhaps the sin lies with society;
Once that begins to rot, vice spreads like fungus.
Society, thats it! - Take all my money,
As long as I dont have to hear those wounds. -
Come on, come on, or we wont find a place.
I thank my lucky stars that Im no judge.
Its easy to write laws in easy chairs -
Its easy to pass judgment from on high,
But how much harder to explore the heart
Or fairly analyse its dark procedures.
Such principles would make for endless trials.
No one does wrong simply because its wrong,
Even the devil has his alibi,
And each man thinks his own the most important.
A good solicitor can cut the knots
That do-gooders are incapable of slipping.
Meanwhile they have reached The Tower, in a recess of which is the image of a saint
May we pause here just a little while?
Id like to place my flowers on this shrine.
LUCIFER in an undertone
Dont, dont let her, or we shall be lost.
The harmless child - I wont stand in her way. -
I used to pray here when I was a child,
Whenever I pass it I remember this
And say a prayer - it is a source of pleasure. -
Ill only be a moment, and if we hurry
Well make up the lost time.
She pins the flowers beside the picture, but they suddenly wither and the jewels on her arm and neck turn to serpents, uncoil and fall to the ground
My God, whats this?
I warned you but you didnt listen.
Calm down, my dear, or everyone will notice -
Your neck will hang with jewels a thousandfold.
Away from me! O help, have mercy on me!
God help me, Im an honest girl! That hag
And those two conjurors have brought me to this.
A crowd gathers around them, and the GYPSY WOMAN returns with some policemen
They must be here, they paid me in false coin,
It started melting in my hand.
The fault lay in your palm, not in the coins. -
Lets go Adam, its no fun being here.
They disappear into The Tower, and while the disturbance grows below they appear once more upon the battlements
More disillusion, I thought it was enough
To topple the grim idols of the past
And give our energies a freer rein. -
I threw away the central mechanism
Which held the works together - reverence -
And neglected to replace it with one stronger.
What contest can it be when an armed man
Confronts opponents who are bare and forked?
What independence when a hundred starve
Unless they bear some individuals yoke?
Its worse than dogs fighting for a bone.
Id have a society which protects
Not punishes, exhorts not terrifies,
Which gains its strength from common enterprise,
One conceived by science to please itself,
A system which the intellect has ordered. -
And this will come to be, I feel and know it,
O lead me, Lucifer, lead me to this world. -
How vain you are. Because your feeble sight
Only allows you glimpses of confusion
You think there is no underlying order,
No system in the engine room of life?
Just look now through the eyes these spirits lend you
And see the work theyre bringing to completion
Not for themselves, poor fellows, but for us.
It grows dark. The whole market seems to form one group, digging a grave in the centre of the stage, dancing round it, and one after another leaping into some silently, others after delivering brief speeches
Dig on, the work must be complete
Before the rising sun,
Although a thousand years may pass
And leave the bulk undone.
The cradle and the grave are one
And end what they begin,
Hungry yet full, they raise today
Those yesterday thrown in!
The angelus rings out
The angelus resounds, pack up,
Go home and go to bed,
Those whom dawn awakes can face
The work that remains ahead
My japes are done, Ive played my part,
Amused the world, left unamused my heart.
The ale is drunk and all are tight,
Goodnight, sweet customers, goodnight.
Ive sold what violets I have,
But fresh ones blossom on my grave.
Men long to see the future clear,
But now they close their eyes in fear.
My wealth brought only misery,
This new tranquility comes free.
The week is done, its Saturday,
My daily pains are soothed away.
My dreams were sweet - my waking rough,
Ill start again where they left off.
I thought I was the plucky sort,
But this foul ditch has caught me short. -
All passion spent, my skin stripped bare
I feel cold: whats it like down there?
THE CONDEMNED MAN
The chains remain, my clay is poor,
New laws may lie beyond the door.
We each claimed wisdom as our own
But truth astounds all once its known.
Why stand there, pit, gaping at my feet!
O never think your night can frighten me:
My dust flies downward, clay returns to clay,
But I shall pass beyond you gloriously.
The soul of passion, poetry and youth
Shall lead me on to the eternal places;
All earth can know of joy is in my smile,
Whose beam of sunlight rests on chosen faces.
She casts her veil and cloak into the grave and rises transfigured
You recognize her, Adam?
Eve! Its Eve!