Oh fleeting joys
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book X, 741-2
Oh fleeting joys of Paradise that I knew in your silken touch,
The touch of your hand upon my cheek that used to mean so much
And still it would if you could bear to sully your maiden skin
Against my flesh so stained by my great weeping.
My tears run constantly at the thought of what it cost you to bring me paradise,
And ever will against the day that the burden ended thine.
Adam and Eve’s despair at leaving Eden is, to say the least, touching. And understandable.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic