Such love has labored its best and worst
To win me a lover; yet, last as first,
I have not quickened his pulse one beat,
Fixed a moment's fancy, bitter or sweet:
Yet the strong fierce heart's love's labor's due,
Utterly lost, was—you!
ADAM, LILITH, AND EVE
One day, it thundered and lightened.
Two women, fairly frightened,
Sank to their knees, transformed, transfixed,