The Beginning

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked

its mother.

She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the

baby to her breast-

"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood's games; and when with

clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade

you then.

You were enshrined with our household deity, in his worship

I worshipped you.

In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my

mother you have lived.

In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have

been nursed for ages.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hovered

as a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glow

in the sky before the sunrise.

Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you

have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last you

have stranded on my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong

to all have become mine.

For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What

magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of

mine?"