Last night the broad blue lightnings flamed the sky; We watched, our breaths caught as each burst its way, And through its fire out-leaped the sharp white ray, And sudden dark re-closed when it went by: But she, that where we are will needs be nigh, Had tired with hunting orchids half the day. Her father thought she called us; he and I, Half anxious, reached the bedroom where she lay. Oh lily face upon the whiteness blent! How calm she lay in her unconscious grace! A peal crashed on the silence ere we went; She stirred in sleep, a little changed her place, "Mother," she breathed, a smile grew on her face: "Mother," my darling breathed, and slept content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FOUR QUARTETS: BURNT NORTON by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON by ROBERT BURNS |