ONE wept whose only child was dead, New-born, ten years ago. "Weep not; he is in bliss," they said. She answered, "Even so, "Ten years ago was born in pain A child, not now forlorn. But oh, ten years ago, in vain, A mother, a mother was born." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |