Birth comes. Birth—
The breathing re-creation of the earth!
All earth, all sky, all God, life’s sweet deep whole,
Newborn again to each new soul!
“Oh, are you? What a shame! Too bad, my dear!
How will you stand it, too. It’s very queer
The dreadful trials women have to carry;
But you can’t always help it when you marry.
Oh, what a sweet layette! What lovely socks!
What an exquisite puff and powder box!