For my own immediate people and a possible love and praise.
My mind is trodden in circles, tiresome, narrow and hard,
Useful, commonplace, private—simply a small backyard;
And I the Mother of Nations!—Blind their struggle and vain!—
I cover the earth with my children—each with a housewife’s brain.
WEDDED BLISS [*]
“O come and be my mate!” said the Eagle to the Hen;
“I love to soar, but then
I want my mate to rest