WITH what angelic countenance She wonders as she sits alone, With tender fear, and musing glance Because a life is in her own. Ah! if a woman should be loved 'T is when she hears the silent voice, 'T is when an unknown life has moved Her soul to fear and to rejoice. 'T is when amidst life's blithesome scenes, A something speaks she cannot hear, And quells her spirit till it dreams The sacred thing she is to bear. Ah! what is needed most to bless The weary waiting of the time! Love's duty rendered tireless To cheer her holy state sublime; A tender presence that would teach Her more than laws of science could; That, life belongs to each and each, To Fatherhood and Motherhood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE |