The world is filled with the splendor of ***.
     It will blaze out, like sapling from black ground;
     It searches for significance, like the howl of a hound
Broken. Why do women then now not eradicate an ex?
Countless have hexed, have hexed, have hexed;
     And all is burned with skill; earned, learned with sound
     And hears woman’s cry and carries woman’s grief: the ground
Is flooded now, nor can mouth’s mutter, being vexed.

And after all this, man is made right;
     There lives the sweetest ignorance deep inside lies;
And though the broken bodies off the young West fight
      Oh, sunset, at the blackened brush eastward, dies —
Because the young mother over the bright
     World dwells with a cold heart and with ah! bright eyes.