Oh, my mother's moaning by the river, My poor mother's moaning by the river For her son who walks the earth in sorrow. Long my mother's moaned beside the river, And her tears have filled an angel's pitcher: "Lord of Heaven, bring to me my honey, Bring to me the darling of my bosom, For a lonely mother by the river." Cease, O mother, moaning by the river; Cease, good mother, moaning by the river, I have seen the star of Michael shining, Michael shining at the Gates of Morning. Row, O mighty angel, down the twilight, Row until I find a lonely woman Swaying long beneath a tree of cypress, Swaying for her son who walks in sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |