Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOST BABIES, by ROSA MULHOLLAND


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First Line: The lake's a lake of purple wine
Last Line: "until they come, bide close to me!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Gilbert, Lady
Subject(s): Babies; Dreams; Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Women - Bible; Infants; Nightmares; Virgin Mary


THE lake's a lake of purple wine,
The sun's gold is beneath the hill,
On the hill's ridge a star doth shine:
I lie a-dreaming: let me dream still.

Through a rift in Heaven's blue floor
I see into God's eternity;
Mary sits at an open door,
A score babe-angels press her nigh.

A score young earth-born wanderlings
Gathered new into Mary's fold;
Only to-day they got their wings,
Plumes of azure and rose and gold.

Babes from north and babes from south,
Babes from east and babes from west;
Each has a kiss from Mary's mouth,
Each in turn lies on her breast.

It's "Oh, we are all motherless,
And lost from home," the children cry;
As closer round her knees they press,
There stands a tear in Mary's eye.

"Hushee, hushee, my children sweet;
I hear your mothers following ye.
Hist to the sound of their rushing feet!
Until they come, bide close to me!"





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