Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, A woman's function plainly is... to talk. Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!

Eve is a twofold mystery.