@2U@1NKNOWN and uncounted the years thou hadst lain in my bosom Ere thou wast born,— Thou, and the wife thou hast loved, the dog thou hast fondled, The trees and the grasses by which thou hast lived; A dim, ageless travail brought ye all forth, And quiet hath been your mothering. A quiet mothering,— Yet have mine eyes not ceased from beholding thee, Thee and all thy ways, — thine eager pride, and thy powers That failed thee, thy yeas and nays and silences, Thy reckoned gains, thy mad revolts, thy crowding sorrows, Confessions sad;—all these thy mother's eyes have seen. Come home,— Thou who hast never been far from me, for all thy thinking, 'Thy little human tragedy—come home, dear child! Beneath my breast come slumber once again, Peradventure again to be born, again to die, But never to be parted from her that bids thee come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 9. WHEN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CHRISTMAS EVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |