POETRY
ADAM AND EVE
EVE : What should we do, love, if the sun should fail, (There have been times when he grew wan and pale) If he his daily task should not complete,
Nor give his kindly boon of light and heat ? Some day he may be weary and foredone- What shall we do if we outlive the sun ?
And those frail, pretty stars, and that weak moon, Surely their strength will be exhausted soon ; How we shall grieve when they have spent their light, How we shall miss them from the s,ky at night !
ADAM : Vex not your thoughts about yon flaming ball ;
I'll find another should it fail or fall ; Borrow the eagle's wings that I may fly And set it on its path across the sky ; Sojourn a little space in that high air 'And put the stars to rights while I am there.
EVE : How brave you are, my Adam—brave and wise, More marvellous than the whole of Paradise. Yet now I see my thoughts were foolish ones. He who made you can make a thousand suns, And He who rules the even and the morn Can scatter stars as I these grains of corn.
ADAM (rather annoyed) : No, I shall see to it myself.
ROSE FYLEMAN,
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