FROM out the South the genial breezes sigh, They shake the bramble branches to and fro Whose lovely green delights the gazer's eye: A mother's thoughts are troubled even so. From out the South the genial breezes move, They shake the branches of the bramble tree: Unless the sons fair men and honest prove, The virtuous mother will dishonored be. The frigid fount with violence and spray By Shiyoun's town upcasts its watery store: Though full seven sons she gave to life and day, The mother's heart is but disturbed the more. When sings the redbreast, it is bliss to hear, The dulcet notes the little songster breeds; But ah! more blissful to a mother's ear, The fair report of seven good children's deeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH |