Bright, to please baby eyes, that love bright things;
Dreaming on all the promise, that I held,
And all the storm and stress life held for him.
“Then first I saw the doom that Nature laid
On women, to be careful harvesters;
To plan, and toil, and build for unborn sons,
To shape the future out of their own time.
These turbulent loud nobles with their feuds
Carousing nightly, or in companies
Changing their hunting-grounds from place to place,