Sang Ysabeau:
“Were the All-Mother wise, life (shaped anotherwise)
Would be all high and true;
Could I be otherwise I had been otherwise
Simply because of you, ...
With whom I have naught to do,
And who are no longer you!
“Life with its pay to be bade us essay to be
What we became,—I believe
Were there a way to be what it was play to be