From that same source whence also I have sprung;
I mean not sister-love.
A woman loves me!
I sing of her who “from the mobs of life”
Has chosen me as him to whom alone
She will unlock her body and her soul
To welcome all my love.
ELIZABETH GURLEY FLYNN
(The Workers’ Jeanne d’Arc)
She too a vision had and voices heard:
She heard the groans of slaving, starving workers: