did Fortune make me laugh with what she gave!
But for these girls, the katá's downy brood,
unkindly thrust from door to door as hard--
Far would I roam, and wide, to seek my bread,
in earth, that has no lack of breadth and length.
Nay, but our children in our midst, what else
but our hearts are they, walking on the ground?
If but the breeze blow harsh on one of them,
mine eye says "no" to slumber, all night long!