And Although They Could Do Nothing, They Looked Forward to the Changing of the Leaves

[The Rider]

Hope and lies are naught but Eden in a threadbare dress:
Worn at the knees and loose at the neck;
Thrown to the floor and kicked under foot.
They too are naught but budding springs and summer frocks,
Cheap winter gloves and Autumnal Falls -
Cosmetics to an unchanging year.

Hope and lies are naught but all we want and cannot have:
All men love a girl in a cheap slip;
All men love a girl with branches bare.
Oh Eden, though you may change your dress for each hour
Your face will always remain the same:
Leafy, full, and ever unobtainable.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Hope and lies are naught but Eden in a threadbare dress:
Worn and the knees and loose at the neck;
Thrown to the floor and kicked under foot.
They too are naught but budding springs and summer frocks,
Cheap winter gloves and Autumnal Falls -
Cosmetics to an unchanging year.

Hope and lies are naught but all we want and cannot have:
All men love a girl in a cheap slip;
All men love a girl with branches bare.
Oh Eden, though you may change your dress for each hour
Your face will always remain the same:
Leafy, full, and ever unobtainable.

Typo in line 2 but otherwise how strong & seemingly spontaneous this is and the conceit of the garments is so beautifully maintained throughout!

[The Rider]

Thanks for pointing that out Prince, and also for the comment.