An Angel laid down on the ground:

Its wings had helped it not, 

And what the gentle Angel found

On Earth was plague and rot--

Locked bright eyes with a mortal’s dark

It tried to turn away;

The Angel, cursed with eyes and ears, 

It heard the mortal say: 

“The God who made you surely knew

Of all the peoples’ sin,

But tell me, then, what did we do:

Those who are innocent?

When He had cast us from the life

We had in Eden’s green,

Did He bestow the Snake a home?

Did He make us obscene?”

At that the Angel closed its eyes

To all that is humane,

It begged to God up in the skies

To end the Devil’s reign.