MOTHER, O mother! forever I cry for you, Sing the old song I may never forget; Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you,-- Mother, O mother, Sing low, "Little brother, Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" Mother, O mother! the years are so lonely, Filled but with weariness, doubt and regret! Can't you come back to me--for to-night only. Mother, my mother, And sing, "Little brother, Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" Mother, O mother! of old I had never One wish denied me, nor trouble to fret; Now--must I cry out all vainly forever,-- Mother, sweet mother, O sing, "Little brother, Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" Mother, O mother! must longing and sorrow Leave me in darkness, with eyes ever wet, And never the hope of a meeting to-morrow? Answer me, mother, And sing, "Little brother, Sleep, for thy mother bends over thee yet!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANNIVERSARY [ANNIVERSARIE] by JOHN DONNE SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH |