Iii

Yet do I understand; for Thou hast made Something more subtle than this heart of me; A finer part of me To be obeyed.

Albeit I am a sister to the earth, This nature self is not the whole of me; The deathless soul of me Has nobler birth.

The primal woman hungers for the man; My better self demands the mate of me; The spirit fate of me, Part of Thy plan.

Nature is instinct with the mother-need; So is my heart; but ah, the child of me Should, undefiled of me, Spring from love’s seed.

And if, in barren chastity, I must Know but in dreams that perfect choice of me, Still will the voice of me Proclaim God just.