Edgar Saltus: 2 books

When the clergyman had gone, the bride turned. Before her was an open window before which was the open sea. In the air was a tropical languor, a savour of brine, the scent of lilies, the sound of mandolins that are far away. Below, in the garden, were masses of scarlet, high heaps of geranium blooms....

The first created thing was light. Then life came, then death. In between was fear. But not love. Love was absent. In Eden, there was none. Adam and Eve emerged there adult. The phases of the delicate fever which others in paradise since have experienced, left them unaffected. Instead of the reluctances...