I Am That Adam Who, With Snake For Guest, Hid Anguished Eyes Upon Eve'S Piteous Breast. I Am That Adam Who, With Broken Wings, Fled From The Seraph'S Brazen Trumpetings. Betrayed And Fugitive, I Still Must Roam A World Where Sin, And Beauty, Whisper Of Home. Oh, From Wide Circuit, Shall At Length I See Pure Daybreak Lighten Again On Eden'S Tree? Loosed From Remorse And Hope And Love'S Distress, Enrobe Me Again In My Lost Nakedness? No More With Wordless Grief A Loved One Grieve, But To Heaven'S Nothingness Re-Welcome Eve?