IN the chamber of birth, Calm and joyful the exhausted mother, with disheveled hair, lies obliquely across the bed—the little primitive conical-skulled god rests snug on the pillow in front of her The baffling infant face, with closed eyes and flexible upper lip, and storms and sunshine sweeping across its tiny orb, and filmy clouds of expression! But for her O the rest, the rest and the peace now it is all over—no desire to move, only to lie and rest for joy! While the bustling cheerful midwife is full of praises and congratulations, and the good anxious husband comes to the door smiling again at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AS NIGHT COMES by CHARLES G. ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 29. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |