The same great impulse, deep and glad,
That hurls the suns and drives the earth
Brought both our children to this earth.
Yet ... you are good and I am bad,
Vicious and evil and low, they say—
“A girl who has gone astray”;
Yet the milk of my life is warm and white
That runs to his hungry mouth at night;
My words are soft, my arms are sweet,
My hands are kind to his little feet.