(She speaks, sitting up in bed:) @2H@1ARK, hark! Did you not hear a sound from out the Dark— A little, broken, uncontented cry? (@3Hush, darling, I am nigh!@1) The quick, bewildered walking mark you not, The hands beseeching, The white face stained with tears, the curls that clot The tiny brow, the mother-want past speeching? Oh, can you see my baby frightened there, And can you bear To keep me from her? (@3Sweetheart, wait for mother!@1) How may she find the way, uncomforted? And how shall comfort come from any other Save me alone? @3The people there are dead!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GRECIAN KINDNESS: A SONG by JOHN WILMOT TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CIVILIZATION by E. P. BROWNING A HYMN OF THE SEA by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG ON HIS MAJESTIE'S RETURNE OUT OF SCOTLAND by ABRAHAM COWLEY |