The First Fruits of A Pregnant Soul’s Increase

The first fruits of a pregnant soul’s increase

Like little flames of newly-kindled fire

Lie on life’s threshold nearest unto death;

And her life ebbs till she encompasseth

The tender offspring of fulfilled desire

And sinks into impenetrable peace.

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