Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.