Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DYING GIRL TO HER MOTHER, by MARIA JANE JEWSBURY


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First Line: My mother! Look not on me now
Last Line: Kind mother, let me die!
Alternate Author Name(s): Fletcher, Maria Jane Jewsbury


My mother! look not on me now
With that sad earnest eye;
Blame me not, mother, blame not thou
My heart's last wish -- to die!
I cannot wrestle with the strife
I once had heart to bear;
And if I yield a youthful life,
Full hath it been of care.

Nay, weep not! on my brow is set
The age of grief -- not years;
Its furrows thou may'st wildly wet,
But ne'er wash out with tears.
And couldst thou see my weary heart,
Too weary e'en to sigh,
Oh! mother, mother! thou wouldst start,
And say, "'T were best to die!"

I know 't is summer on the earth --
I hear a pleasant tune
Of waters in their chiming mirth --
I feel the breath of June:
The roses through my lattice look,
The bee goes singing by,
The peasant takes his harvest-hook, --
Yet, mother, let me die!

There's nothing in this time of flowers
That hath a voice for me:
The whispering leaves, the sunny hours,
The bright, the glad, the free!
There's nothing but thy own deep love,
And that will live on high!
Then, mother, when my heart's above,
Kind mother, let me die!





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