And now I see with eye serene

the very pulse of the machine;

a being breathing thoughtful breath, a traveller between life and death;

the reason firm, the temperate will, endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

a perfect Woman, nobly plann’d, to warn, to comfort, and command;

and yet a Spirit still, and bright with something of angelic light.

I think of the two most amazing women in my life, my mom and my step-mom, whenever I read or recite this poem, and give thanks. I am so fortunate.