See how her arms now rise and fall,
   See how, like wings, they beat the air:
An arm to balance either foot,
   She moves, half-fluttering, here and there.

And still those motions will suggest
   A different life that's left behind
In early days, remote and strange;
   Felt in that little unformed mind
For one short season, after birth -
Before her feet are claimed by Earth.