A CANCION. MOTHER! oh, sing me to rest As in my bright days departed: Sing to thy child, the sick-hearted, Songs for a spirit oppressed. Lay this tired head on thy breast! Flowers from the night-dew are closing, Pilgrims and mourners reposing: Mother! oh, sing me to rest! Take back thy bird to its nest! Weary is young life when blighted, Heavy this love unrequited; -- Mother, oh! sing me to rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS |