Lift up thine eyes, my child, That I may see The innocence that smiled In one like thee -- Thy mother gone. Scarce older than thou art, With maiden power She won a wayward heart, That till that hour Had worshipped none. Swift as a bird of spring In joyous flight, That cleaves with shadeless wing The sea of light, Our morning fled. When, sudden gloom -- and lo! A troubled sky -- A wail of stifled woe -- An agony -- And hope was dead. Then, as a crystal tear Of sorrow born, Didst thou, pale star, appear, Like me forlorn In cheerless night. I wept, and weeping turned To gaze on thee, And through the mist discerned A beam for me, Lit of her light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY by JOHN HEYWOOD |