THE threefold terror of love; a fallen flare <br />Through the hollow of an ear; <br />Wings beating about the room; <br />The terror of all terrors that I bore <br />The Heavens in my womb. <br />Had I not found content among the shows <br />Every common woman knows, <br />Chimney corner, garden walk, <br />Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes <br />And gather all the talk? <br />What is this flesh I purchased with my pains, <br />This fallen star my milk sustains, <br />This love that makes my heart's blood stop <br />Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones <br />And bids my hair stand up?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mother-of-god/
