“The Garden-was it real or was it a dream?”
Slow in the hazy light, I have been asking.

Almost as a comfort, if the past,
Belonging to this now
unhappy Adam
Was nothing but a magic fantasy
Of that God I dreamed. 

Now it is imprecise
In memory, that lucid paradise,

But I know it exists and will persist
Though not for me. 

The unforgiving earth
Is my affliction, and the incestuous wars
Of Cain & Abels and their progeny.

Nevertheless, it means much to have loved,
To have been happy, to have laid my hand on
The living Garden, even for one day.