IN the middle of the night Mother's spirit came and spoke to me, Looking weariful and white - As 'twere untimely news she broke to me. 'O my daughter, joyed are you To own the weetless child you mother there; "Men may search the wide world through," You think, "nor find so fair another there!" 'Dear, this midnight time unwombs Thousands just as rare and beautiful; Thousands whom High Heaven foredooms To be as bright, as good, as dutiful. 'Source of ecstatic hopes and fears And innocent maternal vanity, Your fond exploit but shapes for tears New thoroughfares in sad humanity. 'Yet as you dream, so dreamt I When Life stretched forth its morning ray to me; Other views for by and by!' .... Such strange things did mother say to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 54. AL-KAWI by EDWIN ARNOLD GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP GHOSTS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A HORRID AND BARBAROUS ROBBERY by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. CRADLED IN FLAME by EDWARD CARPENTER |