In a hundred hearts I find
Self-begotten this one word;
Even in hers, whose frantic call
From the mountain-side I heard:
“It is ugly, for ’tis small!”
So she said; and like the rest
Left her meaning half-express’d[half-express’d].
Then of women came a score,
“Yes, it is too small,” they cried;
They would have it spread and soar,