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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Childless Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Mother of that heap of clay, so passive on your breast,<br>Now do you stare at death, woman, who yesterday were blest?<br>Now do you long to fare afar, and guide him on the way<br>Where he must wander all alone, his little feet astray? <br>But I now, but I now— <br>Sons of me seven and seven <br>The high God seals upon the brow, <br>And summons from his heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blest as a bride were you, woman, that time of years agone, <br>When love, giver of life, came close and led you to his throne. <br>And blest were you—have you forgot?—when through the moons of pain <br>The life love-given tugged at your heart and bound you with its chain. <br>But I now, but I now— <br>Seared by the high God's scorn— <br>Lives that will never come to birth <br>Body of me has borne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the hour was come, woman, your dark and perilous hour, <br>When the twin spirits, Death and Life, clutched you with jealous power, <br>Rent by their war you lay half lost, until a baby's cry <br>Summoned you forth past world on world to sit with God on high. <br>But I now, but I now— <br>Never my baby's voice <br>Has called me forth from vales of woe <br>With seraphs to rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You in your arms have clasped him, woman, and fed him at your breast.<br>You sang him little songs at night, and lulled him to his rest. <br>The ages gone were yours then, and yours the years to be. <br>You gave him of your hope and saw the light no eye shall see. <br>But I now, but I now— <br>Sons of me born in dream <br>Cry out for robes of flesh; I see <br>Their wistful eyes agleam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother of that heap of clay so passive on your breast— <br>Now do you stare at death, woman?—nay, peace, for you are blest. <br>Blest are you in your joy, woman, blest are you in your pain— <br>Once more he calls you past the worlds to sit. with God again. <br>But I now, but I now— <br>Sons of me nine and nine, <br>That looked on life and death with me, <br>Are neither God’s nor mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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Now do you stare at death, woman, who yesterday were blest?
Now do you long to fare afar, and guide him on the way
Where he must wander all alone, his little feet astray? 
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