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 entire first stanza of the poem feels hopeful. The image of “dawn” creates a sense of possibility. After the first two syllables, this first line sets up a relatively regular tri-meter rhythmic pattern, with stresses on the second, fifth, eighth, and eleventh syllables. 

The Heart of a Woman