Classic Poem

When Eve walked in her garden,
With Adam by her side,
And God was still the warden,
And she was still a bride,

How great was her amazement
To see when twilight died,
The first moon at the casement
Of evening, open wide!

But greater than her wonder
At star or bird or tree,
Or afterward at thunder,
Or delicate deer or bee,

Was her hushed awe one morning,
When down the clouded air
With freshened winds for warning,
Came water — everywhere!