The mountains waver through my tears, Hush, my son-- The trees are bending at the knees Like women broken by the years. But you, my child, need have no fears; Only for Woman, love has spears. Sleep, my son. So cuddle closer to my heart. Dream, my son-- 'Tis strange to think that you find peace Here, where all stormy passions start. But you need fear no ache or smart-- The pain is always woman's part. Sleep, my son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS PARAPHRASE; FAILURE AND SUCCESS by LEVI BISHOP ON MISS J. SCOTT OF AYR by ROBERT BURNS THE POET'S DESIRE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |