Eve is a twofold mystery.
She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.
He lives most life whoever breathes most air.
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
A grave, on which to rest from singing?
I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach