Eve’s Lamentation
(From the Early Irish)
I am Eve, great Adam’s wife,
’Twas my guilt took Jesus’ life.
Since of Heaven I robbed my race,
On His Cross was my true place.
In His Paradise, God placed me,
Then a wicked choice disgraced me.
At the counsel of the Devil,
My pure hand I stained with evil;
For I put it forth and plucked,
Then the deadly apple sucked.
Long as woman looks on day,
Shall she walk in folly’s way.
Winter’s withering icy woe,
Whelming wave and smothering snow,
Hell to fright and death to grieve—
Had been never, but for Eve!