The movements of her psychic ebb and swell;
The latent springs of life that in her gush,
When motherhood’s first throb awakes her flush,
And swift the signal flashes to her soul,
Of future being claiming her control;
Seeking from her its mind and body’s food;
Drawing, to make its own, her evil and her good.
LI.
Within herself the drama’s scene is laid,
The Birth and Growth of Soul the mystery played;