She stands beside Cathedral step,
Reflected in rose window's glare;
In apple pose, an apple's stare,
Guiltless and guilty, as time wept.
She stands beside the child she bore,
Since she in love slipped from the ring
Immortal, for her fight to sing
And like young year through earth to soar.
O in this land she would have stayed
And lingered on in unity,
In empathy with beasts that roamed.
But as she found Man's mind was made,
She went with him their death to seek,
And God had she yet hardly known.