The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, / As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, / Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam / In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home. / The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.