OF Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told

(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)

⁠That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive,

And her enchanted hair was the first gold.

And still she sits, young while the earth is old,

⁠And, subtly of herself contemplative,

⁠Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,

Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where

⁠Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent

And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?

⁠Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went

⁠Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent

And round his heart one strangling golden hair.