My Mother, dear; Most Beautiful, The graces which remain Proclaim you were a dainty belle And had a regal reign. Your cheeks were just like apple-bloom -- All soft and luscious pink -- Your eyes were brown as hazel nuts, Your hair . . . like night . . . I think. Today, your locks are grey as moss Festooning live-oak trees. Though wrinkles line your gentle face, You store rich memories Within the Kingdoms of your Heart -- You gave to me its key -- So, there, I wander to and fro Where Love binds you to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |