A pleasure that was one thing with the dawn.
“So passed my days, in courtly wise, until
Some whisper promised me another Spring
Thrilling within my body, and I felt
The first strange wakenings of motherhood,
The pledge, and prophecy, of future Kings.
And I went roaming through the woods no more;
Intent on quiet business with my maids,
Spinning new wool, or standing by the loom,
Or broidering toy baldricks, with gold thread,