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| OF Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told |
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(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)
That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, |
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And her enchanted hair was the first gold.
And still she sits, young while the earth is old, |
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And, subtly of herself contemplative,
Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave,
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| Till heart and body and life are in its hold. |
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| The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where |
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Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent |
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| And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare? |
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Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent, |
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| And round his heart one strangling golden hair. |
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