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THE MOTHER, by            
First Line: Hark, hark! / did you not hear a sound from out the dark
Last Line: Save me alone? The people there are dead!
Subject(s): Children; Comfort; Fear; Mothers; Childhood


(She speaks, sitting up in bed:)

HARK, hark!
Did you not hear a sound from out the Dark—
A little, broken, uncontented cry?
(Hush, darling, I am nigh!)
The quick, bewildered walking mark you not,
The hands beseeching,
The white face stained with tears, the curls that clot
The tiny brow, the mother-want past speeching?
Oh, can you see my baby frightened there,
And can you bear
To keep me from her? (Sweetheart, wait for mother!)
How may she find the way, uncomforted?
And how shall comfort come from any other
Save me alone? The people there are dead!





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