Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN THE SHADOWS: 6, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861)



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IN THE SHADOWS: 6, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Sweetly, my mother! Go not yet away
Last Line: Except in being near thee without measure.
Subject(s): Mothers


Sweetly, my mother! Go not yet away --
I have not told my story. Oh, not yet,
With the fair past before me, can I lay
My cheek upon the pillow to forget.
O sweet, fair past, my twenty years of youth
Thus thrown away, not fashioning a man;
But fashioning a memory, forsooth!
More feminine than follower of Pan.
O God! let me not die for years and more!
Fulfil Thyself, and I will live then surely
Longer than a mere childhood. Now heart-sore,
Weary, with being weary -- weary, purely.
In dying, mother, I can find no pleasure
Except in being near thee without measure.





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