Pity all faithless women who have loved: none knows How much it hurts a woman to do wrong to love. The mother who has felt the child within her move, Shall she forget her child, and those ecstatic throes? Then pity faithless women who have loved: these have Murdered within them something born out of their pain. These mothers of the child whom they have loved and slain May not so much as lay the child within a grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 18. AL-RAZZAK by EDWIN ARNOLD FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |