Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain reached my throat The drops refused to fall. Tis ten years since you died, mother, Just ten dark years of pain, And oh, I only wish that I Could weep just once again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HERETIC: 1. BLASPHEMY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON |