Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT, by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER Poet's Biography First Line: Half the long night, my children, I lie waking Last Line: In the next glad spring time? Alternate Author Name(s): Humprheys, Cecil Frances; Alexander, C. F., Mrs. Variant Title(s): The Absent Ones Subject(s): Death - Children; Mothers; Death - Babies | ||||||||
HALF the long night, my children, I lie waking Till the dawn rustles in the old thorn tree, Then dream of you, while the red morn is breaking Beyond that broad salt sea; In this poor room, where many a time the measure Of your low, regular breathing in mine ear, Brought to my listening heart a keener pleasure Than any music clear; Here, where your soft heads in my bosom laying, Ye nestled, with your hearts to my heart pressed; And I have felt your little fingers playing, All night, around my breast. How could ye leave me? Did ye think a mother Was natured like a bird in summer's prime, Who leaves her young brood, hopeful of another In the next glad spring time? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHILDREN by RANDALL JARRELL THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN MELANCHOLY; AN ODE by WILLIAM BROOME SISTERS IN ARMS by AUDRE LORDE A BOTANICAL TROPE by WILLIAM MEREDITH FOR MOHAMMED ZEID OF GAZA, AGE 15 by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE BURIAL OF MOSES by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DEAD, AND BURIED by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |
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