Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.