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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DYING GIRL TO HER MOTHER, by MARIA JANE JEWSBURY Poet's Biography First Line: My mother! Look not on me now Last Line: Kind mother, let me die! Alternate Author Name(s): Fletcher, Maria Jane Jewsbury | |||
My mother! look not on me now With that sad earnest eye; Blame me not, mother, blame not thou My heart's last wish -- to die! I cannot wrestle with the strife I once had heart to bear; And if I yield a youthful life, Full hath it been of care. Nay, weep not! on my brow is set The age of grief -- not years; Its furrows thou may'st wildly wet, But ne'er wash out with tears. And couldst thou see my weary heart, Too weary e'en to sigh, Oh! mother, mother! thou wouldst start, And say, "'T were best to die!" I know 't is summer on the earth -- I hear a pleasant tune Of waters in their chiming mirth -- I feel the breath of June: The roses through my lattice look, The bee goes singing by, The peasant takes his harvest-hook, -- Yet, mother, let me die! There's nothing in this time of flowers That hath a voice for me: The whispering leaves, the sunny hours, The bright, the glad, the free! There's nothing but thy own deep love, And that will live on high! Then, mother, when my heart's above, Kind mother, let me die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLIGHT OF XERXES by MARIA JANE JEWSBURY THE LOST SPIRIT by MARIA JANE JEWSBURY TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER by ROBERT BROWNING EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY, REQUESTING A FAVOR by ROBERT BURNS |
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