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Adam and Eve together stood Amid the crop they both were tending, While far away the feathery wood Of Eden in the wind was bending.
And Adam, feeling in his veins The better for his splendid tussle, Laughed at his body for its pains, And showed to Eve his hardening muscle.
Fine was the bread his sweat had earned, Despite the fields of rock and thistle, While daily wounds and baulkings turned His olden softness into gristle.
So, thinking deeply of the life Of chartered idleness and blisses, Suddenly he seized his comely wife And took her mouth by storm with kisses.
"Dear heart!" he cried, "we fare the best When earth and labour roughly grapple. Who could have thought the only rest Worth having, centred in an apple!"
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