Lady Lilith

Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told
    (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve.)
    That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive,
And still her enchanted hair was the first gold.

And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
    And, subtly of herself contemplative,
    Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,
Till heart and body and life are in its hold.

The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where
    Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
    Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
    Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent,
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.

-- D. G. Rossetti