My Mother's picture as a girl Is lovely maiden-sweet, With clear true eyes and flaxen curl And hands crossed trim and neat. But far more beautiful is now My Mother's lovely face, Since life's full years upon her brow Their finest etchings trace. Upon her face her soul has wrought, Like silver filigree, With bright transcendent beauty fraught A wondrous tracery. Her hands an intricate design Of filmy texture knit, And speak their character as fine, As softly exquisite. The snowy hair above a brow All limned with love, benign, The tender eyes of Mother now Reflect the radiant shine, Like sunny skies above the snow, The smile of Mother mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LEMNISCUS AD COLUMNAM S. SIMEONIS STYLITAE APPENSUS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |