Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)

Motherhood

From out the front of being, undefiled,
   A life hath been upheaved with struggle and pain;
   Safe in her arms a mother holds again
That dearest miracle—a new-born child.
To moans of anguish terrible and wild—
   As shrieks the night-wind through an ill-shut pane—
   Pure heaven succeeds; and after fiery strain
Victorious woman smiles serenely mild.

Yea, shall she not rejoice, shall not her frame
   Thrill with a mystic rapture! At this birth,
The soul now kindled by her vital flame
   May it not prove a gift of priceless worth?
Some saviour of his kind whose starry fame
   Shall bring a brightness to the darkened earth.

1. Internal Firesides
2. The Red Sunsets, 1883 (The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light)
3. The Teamster
4. Delight
5. The Songs of Summer

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Motherhood ("At times I am the mother of the world")

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