VII
God summoned me to Paradise
To get me educated.
“’Tis hard for me to be alone!”
The Lord then Eve created.
He took not one rib from my breast,
My heart in half he parted.
That is why my heart still tends back
From where Thine once had started.
And that is why such strange desires
So oft in my heart gather,
And I feel as though both our hearts
Should grow again together.
And that is why when I’m away
Pain to my heart is creeping,
My foot does of itself turn back,
And I am sad—to weeping.