WHEN I was small, my mother's clothes All seemed so kind to me! I hid my face amid the folds As safe as safe could be. The gown that she had on To me seemed shining bright, For woven in that simple stuff Were comfort and delight. Yes, everything she wore Received my hopes and fears, And even the garments of her soul Contained my smiles and tears. Then softly will I touch This dress she used to wear. The old-time comfort lingers yet, My smiles and tears are there. A tenderness abides Though laid so long away, And I must kiss their empty folds, So comfortable are they. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS LOW TIDE ON GRAND-PRE by BLISS CARMAN SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |