Arthur Clark Kennedy, Erotica (1894)
“ Ere his contagion drags you through more slime. The false God whom you worshipp'd shall lie dead, His groves hewn down, his altar overthrown; Peace, happiness, and love shall be your own, Three golden halos hung above your head. For you have eaten of the tree of life After the tree of knowledge, and shall live Another life, and all the past shall give Its blackness up, its sorrow, sin, and strife, To form a background for the fair "to be," Which we'll embroider with love's golden skein The story of your past, of false love slain And true love shrined upon its memory. ”
