AS I hear the breath of the mother To the breath of the child at her feet Answer in even whispers, When night falls heavy and sweet: Sleep puts out silent fingers, And leads me back to the roar Of the dead salt sea that vomits Wrecks of the past ashore. I see the lost Love in beauty Go gliding over the main: I feel the ancient sweetness, The worm and wormwood again. Earth all one tomb lies round me, Domed with an iron sky: And @3God himself in his power, God cannot save me!@1 I cry. With the cry I wake; -- and around me The mother and child at her feet Breathe peace in even whispers; And the night falls heavy and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT |