Pity all faithless women who have loved: none knows How much it hurts a woman to do wrong to love. The mother who has felt the child within her move, Shall she forget her child, and those ecstatic throes? Then pity faithless women who have loved: these have Murdered within them something born out of their pain. These mothers of the child whom they have loved and slain May not so much as lay the child within a grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: ROMANCES SANS PAROLE, SELECTION by PAUL VERLAINE THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN CONSTANTINOPLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |