Now shut, closed, taken their life deeply back into themselves‚
Looking out from the cliff over the barren oneness of the sea—
Those cabins that have served as the boards of a stage 

The seed of their trouble also began in an apple;
That, knowing good and evil, posed for them a choice
                                                     between goods.

In the first half-light of the morning the farmer turns toward
                                                       the window
Besides which he sleeps; through which he sees his fields