'O Weakness!
When Thou attains motherhood
Even the arch enemies are there
Not to kill, but to swing the cradle
Of the darling babe;
Thy word is the Order,
The order of the universe
No, not I, to be surprised
If the Ocean Waves
Mount up as strong walls
For a mother to deliver
Her baby in the seas
And, the leaping flames
Become fairy nurses
To protect suckling babies
In the wilderness.