When He was gone, and christ Mass came to Mary, Touching Judean hills with that strange light, Did she see star and gift and kneeling shepherd, Or did Golgotha pierce her shrinking sight? Could she enshroud the past in future glory, Forget her loss and all He suffered, too? Or did she walk in loneliness and longing As grieving earthly mothers always do? He was her child, and she -- she was His mother; With her I share a common, bitter loss: Oh, teach me, Mary, Mother of Our Saviour, To see this night a star and not a cross! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS AT THE WEDDING MARCH by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL OF THE CHILD WITH THE BIRD AT THE BUSH by JOHN BUNYAN |