Maternity

by Alice Meynell

One wept whose only child was dead   New-born, ten years ago. “Weep not; he is in bliss,” they said.   She answered, “Even so. “Ten years ago was born in pain   A child not now forlorn. But oh, ten years ago, in vain   A mother, a mother was born.”

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