BESIDE her ashen hearth she sate her down, Whence he she loved had fled, -- His children plucking at her sombre gown And calling for the dead. One came to her clad in the robes of May, And said sweet words of cheer, Bidding her bear the burden in God's way, And feel her loved ones near. And she who spake thus would have given, thrice blest, Long lives of happy years, To clasp his children to a mother's breast, And weep his widow's tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND |