Posted by Pug on March 20, 2008 at 10:06:
Who is the author of this poem?
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat' under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"