Unto flowering shoot,

So it was she ripen'd me

That I might fruit.

I see—alas, how should I not,

With all joy behind?—

How that in love I was begot

And for love design'd.

Consentient, my mother lent,

Blessing, who had been blest,

That fount unspent, my nourishment,

Which after swell'd my breast.

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I learned at home the laws of Earth:

The nest-law that says,

Stray not too far beyond the hearth,

Keep truth always;

And then the law of sip and bite:

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