Sonnet: To a Friend who asked how I felt when the Nurse first presented my Infant to me.

When first the nurse, my infant did present,
A trembling joy, did through my bosom dart,
A new-born love, most pure and heaven-sent,
Did seize my soul, and captivate my heart.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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