MY Mother! With thy calm and holy brow, And high devoted heart, which suffered still Unmurmuring, through each degree of ill. And, because Fate hath willed that mine should be A poet's soul (at least in my degree),-- And that my verse would faintly shadow forth What I have seen of pure unselfish worth, Therefore I speak of thee; that those who read That trust in woman, which is still my creed, Thy early-widowed image may recall And greet thy nature as the type of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CONSOLATION by LEVI BISHOP THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE |