text:  Why this Eve Who thought me once part worthy of her ear And somewhat wiser than the other beasts -- Drawing together _her large globes of eyes The light of which is throbbing in and out Around their continuity of gaze_ -- Knots her fair eyebrows in so hard a knot And down from _her white heights of womanhood_ Looks on me so amazed --I scarce should fear To wager such an apple as she pluck'd Against one riper from the tree of life That she could curse too--as a woman may-- _Smooth in the vowels_