Sunny hair and eyes of wonder,
Baby-lips apart,
Vivid mother-breast, whereunder
Laughs a childish heart—
What have you to do with learning
Wiser bliss or woe?
Take our gold; the cost of earning
You shall never know.

You shall joy as for another,
Find it strange to weep,
Play at being wife and mother,
Dream, and fall asleep;
All we toil for, all we doubt of,
All we yearn to see,
All our hopes have sneered us out of—
You shall prove, and be.

You shall purify deceiving
With a glad disdain,
Beautifully unbelieving
Meet the eyes of pain,
Dance through hells undreamed-of, bringing
Benefits unguessed:
Unto shame, a sound of singing,
Unto passion, rest.

Sunny hair and eyes of wonder,
Baby-lips apart,
Vivid mother-breast, whereunder
Laughs a childish heart,
Soul unsinful, unforgiven,
Voice of dawn and dew—
God one morning, glad of heaven,
Laughed—and that was you!