@2L@1AST night I saw thee gliding to my bed So gently, mother, to caress my brow With all the old compassion,—"Darling, now Is nothing wrong. Sleep, and be comforted!" And I laid hold upon thine hand, and pled Thou wouldst not leave me, till—I know not how— Buried in peace I slept, the while that thou Wert there beside me, not among the dead. I woke and found thee vanished, yet I feel A sense that will not vanish of a hand Still clasping mine, and on my lips the seal Of a high matter, hard to understand,— A touch, a kiss, a whisper'd word to me: "Mother, and wife, and sister,—one in three!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ECHOES OF SPRING: 8 by MATHILDE BLIND CAELIA: SONNETS: 2 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO THE NEW YEAR, FOR THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE by THOMAS CAREW THE HOUSE OF CHRISTMAS by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THIRST by ROBERTA ROBERSON CHILDERS |