But when at length their hopes grew faint
They turned away without complaint
And soon were wrapped in sleep profound
Upon the bare, untented ground.
"Banishment Of Man From The Garden Of The Lord" by James Madison Bell
We have lain on the starlit sands, untented,
While low-hung planets rose white and fair,
And in moonlit gardens, silver and scented,
Oh, Life, my Lover, how sweet you were !
"Oh, Life, I Have Taken You For My Lover!" by Laurence Hope