Came from the flowers in her breast!”[[118]]
Here is she ten years later:
“Her sons pursue the butterflies,
Her baby daughter mocks the doves
With throbbing coo: in his fond eyes
She’s Venus with her little Loves;
Her step’s an honor to the earth,
Her form’s the native-land of grace,
And, lo, his coming lights with mirth
Beauty’s metropolis, her face!