In paradise lay a serene and empty form
With eyes closed and clothes left torn,
That sweet birds sang to through the day
For in Eden did his body stay.
A myriad of flowers grew in his open hand
And autumn leaves like fallen dryads land
Upon this body now cold and alone
For in Eden he died unknown.
Nothing of heart or feeling remains
Under the first born sun or the eternal rain.
This child was born only to die
For in Eden did his body lie.