A MOTHER came when stars were paling, Wailing round a lonely spring; Thus she cried while tears were falling, Calling on the Fairy King: 'Why with spells my child caressing, Courting him with fairy joy -- Why destroy a mother's blessing, Wherefore steal my baby boy? 'O'er the mountain, through the wild wood, Where his childhood loved to play; Where the flowers are freshly springing, There I wander, day by day. There I wander, growing fonder Of the child that made my joy; On the echoes wildly calling, To restore my fairy boy. 'But in vain my plaintive calling, Tears are falling all in vain; He now sports with fairy pleasure, He's the treasure of their train! Fare thee well, my child, for ever, In this world I've lost my joy, But in the next we ne'er shall sever, There I'll find my angel boy!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL TO THE SHAH (1) by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI THINGS OF CLAY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE TOOTHACHE CURED BY A KISS by THOMAS CAREW THE UNWISE CHOICE by ALICE CARY |