<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For A Child Expected</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in winter,<br>Whose gentle ways like streams in the easy summer,<br>Lying together<br>For secret setting of a child, love what they do,<br>Thinking they make that candle immortal, those streams<br>forever flow,<br>And yet do better than they know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the first flutter of a baby felt in the womb,<br>Its little signal and promise of riches to come,<br>Is taken in its father's name;<br>Its life is the body of his love, like his caress,<br>First delicate and strange, that daily use<br>Makes dearer and priceless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our baby was to be the living sign of our joy,<br>Restore to each the other's lost infancy;<br>To a painter's pillaging eye<br>Poet's coiled hearing, add the heart we might earn<br>By the help of love; all that our passion would yield<br>We put to planning our child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world flowed in; whatever we liked we took:<br>For its hair, the gold curls of the November oak<br>We saw on our walk;<br>Snowberries that make a Milky Way in the wood<br>For its tender hands; calm screen of the frozen flood<br>For our care of its childhood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the birth of a child is an uncontrollable glory;<br>Cat's cradle of hopes will hold no living baby,<br>Long though it lay quietly.<br>And when our baby stirs and struggles to be born<br>It compels humility: what we began<br>Is now its own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as the sun that shines through glass<br>So Jesus in His Mother was.<br>Therefore every human creature,<br>Since it shares in His nature,<br>In candle gold passion or white<br>Sharp star should show its own way of light.<br>May no parental dread or dream<br>Darken our darling's early beam:<br>May she grow to her right powers<br>Unperturbed by passion of ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Barbara+Ridler">Anne Barbara Ridler</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345140" data-title="For A Child Expected de Anne Barbara Ridler" data-description="Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in winter, Whose gentle ways like streams in the easy summer, Lying together For secret setting of a child, love what they do, Thinking they make that candle immortal, those streams forever flow, And yet do be..."></div> </div> </div>

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