Such were the thoughts that filled my mind, as I walked beside Zarlah through this more than Edenic garden toward the entrance where Reon was to wait for me.
"Zarlah the Martian"
R. Norman Grisewood
"How perfectly Edenic," murmured Mrs. Hilliard.
"The Henchman"
Mark Lee Luther
Thy hand which plucked the apple I clasp close, Thy lips which spake wrong counsel I kiss close, I bless thee in the name of Paradise And by the memory of Edenic joys Forfeit and lost,-by that last cypress tree, Green at the gate, which thrilled as we came out, And by the blessed nightingale which threw Its melancholy music after us,- And by the flowers, whose spirits full of smells Did follow softly, plucking us behind Back to the gradual banks and vernal bowers And fourfold river-courses.
"The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Vol. I"
Elizabeth Barrett Browning