"What art thou thinking of," said the Mother, "What art thou thinking of my child?" "I was thinking of Heaven," he answered her, And looked up in her face and smiled. "And what didst thou think of Heaven?" she said; "Tell me, my little one!" "Oh . ., I thought that there the flowers never fade, That there never sets the sun." "And wouldst thou love to go thither, my child? Thither wouldst thou love to go? And leave the pretty flowers that wither, And the sun that sets below?" "Oh, I would be glad to go there, mother, To go and live there now; And I would pray for thy coming, mother, My mother, wouldst not thou?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON LINES WRITTEN AT GENEVA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |