You think that you love each as much as one, Mothers with many nestlings 'neath your wings. Nay, but you know not. Love's most priceless things Have unity that cannot be undone. You give the rays, I the englobed full sun; I give the river, you the separate springs: My motherhood's all my child's with all it brings-- None takes the strong entireness from her: none. You know not. You love yours with various stress; This with a graver trust, this with more pride; This maybe with more needed tenderness: I by each uttermost passion of my soul Am turned to mine; she is one, she has the whole: How should you know who appraise love and divide? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS TIMES GO BY TURNS by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |