George Eliot

The Legend of Jubal, and Other Poems George Eliot

When Cain was driven from Jehovah sland He wandered eastward, seeking some far strand Koled by kind gods who asked no offerings Save pure field-fruits, as aromatic things, To feed the subtler sense of frames divine That lived on fragrance for their food and wine: Wild joyous gods, who winked at faults and folly, And could be pitiful and melancholy. He never had a doubt that such gods were; He looked within, and saw them mirrored there. Some think he came at last to Tartary, And some to I nd; but, howsoe er it be. His staff he planted where sweet waters ran, And in that home of Cain the Arts
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