AS I went down the hill I heard The laughter of the countryside; For, rain being past, the whole land stirred With new emotion, like a bride. I scarce had left the grassy lane, When something made me catch my breath: A woman called, and called again, @3Elizabeth! Elizabeth!@1 It was my mother's name. A part Of wounded memory sprang to tears, And the few violets of my heart Shook in the wind of happier years. Quicker than magic came the face That once was sun and moon for me; The garden shawl, the cap of lace, The collie's head against her knee. Mother, who findest out a way To pass the sentinels, and stand Behind my chair at close of day, To touch me—almost—with thy hand, Deep in my breast how sure, how clear, The lamp of love burns on till death!— How trembles if I chance to hear @3Elizabeth! Elizabeth!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |